Yang cannot be without Yin

May 12, 2004 00:28

I think when I do move out, I've had a lot of time (the past year or so) to consider it, Huntsville's out of the question, whatever once spawned between me and...Cody, no long burns obviously, if (on the rare occasion) we do have conversations it's always brisk, I try to be short, I know she's only trying to be polite, and I'm trying to tell her it's not necessary, I'll learn to breathe without her *sigh* I really did finish reading her journal just the other day, I layed it down on the busride home...

Joe's been extremely cool lately, going on 8 years or so, I think when I move out it'll be with him, and I think this time it's serious, I really don't want to, but I'll have to cut my bangs and get a job for the next year or so I can have some cash saved up for when I move out, I was promised a car, but I doubt I'll get one out of it, I'd be lucky to get anything back from this wretched shithole of a family I have (more on that later)

I saw licki and Andrew the other day, interesting, I tried to say hi, I guess my company isn't wanted *shrug* doesn't matter to me, I saw Brent the other day, he was nice and social he and his friend author couldn't believe I upped and dropped out of school where as had I finished this semester I would have had all four credits (had I tried of course)

who knows?

Yin can not be without Yang

I wish I could start over, but as someone once said to me..yea someone :\..."Life doesn't have a rewind button trey"

They expect me to pick up her fucked up (on god knows what) ranting and raving, kicking and screaming, crying ass and plop her down on the couch, they expect me to touch her, I told them not to let her live here, their response was 'she's my daughter' my come back was 'she's my mother, doesn't mean anything special to me'

God I hate this woman, she's the reason I'm sXe, I could lead the most unfruitfully life, and have some satisfaction in knowing I turned out better than her

They tried to threaten me, telling me to pick her up and take her to the couch, or else "things will hit the bank" my reply was "I don't deal well with threats" and she said "well this is my house" I put on my shoes and said, "well, then I'm gone, I told you not to let her in" my mom'll try to blame it on the seizures, I could care less, if she did have seizures the least she could do is hurry up and die, instead of constantly steal my money (for the past 14 years I've been getting 400 dollars a month, and I've gotten virtually nothing of it, 10 dollars for this fucking month, actually 8.50, go buy your fucking drugs, make sure you grab a bullet and gun, I don't expect to see you tomorrow)

Maybe if she had been more of a mom to me when she was growing up instead of this slob pathetic shade of a person of what she currently is

back to my story, I was pulling on my shoes and leaving my room and she's standing in the hall all this bitching they were telling me they couldn't do she had managed to get up her own two feet and stumble her fucked up ass over to me and try to hug me, I stepped away and she caught herself on the wall, I told her to lay down on the couch, shut up, and stop your screaming, she said 'yes mam' in mock seriousness

I oversaw her stumbling to the couch catching her once from falling by placing a hand on her shoulder

she disgusts me

she makes me hate
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