"Make Me Cry..."
So last night I had the worst allergic reaction of my life. To cats. My eyes puffed out about an inch and so bad they were almost swollen shut. They were also bloodshot. Tony said I looked stoned. My sinuses completely closed up and I couldn't breathe through my nose nor could I blow it. And then I broke out in a rash. All because of some cats!
I'm so pissed. I need to move out. Little things keep pissing me off about my parents. The latest regarding a pizza. And it's so petty and so dumb and, sure, maybe I acted immature about it but I was pissed. I'm stubborn so of course I blew it out of proportion. However, Mom bitched at me last time for making 3pizzas and not sharing with Drew so this time I asked Drew if he wanted one and because he said no and only made 2, for me. I make them and between the process of thawing, making, baking, and cooling it takes over an hour. I come down from my room to eat it and wait, one's missing. My mom took it. But isn't she on the Atkins diet? Apparently not. She took the good one leaving me with the crap one that has kinda burnt cheese because I had put so much on. I'm not eating that. Nope, I refuse. Did she ask me to make one? No. Did I make three? No. "Well I thought you made three." No I didn't make three you moron! You told me not to last time. I'm so pissed. This is ridculous. Its just pizza yeah, but stop f-ing with my stuff. She hasn't made ANY food for me, breakfast, lunch, dinner, ANYTHING in about two weeks now. I make my own food and she goes and eats it. She coulda asked.
"...These Tears of Pearls."
I'm so pissed. I need to move out. Little things keep pissing me off about my parents. The latest regarding a pizza. And it's so petty and so dumb and, sure, maybe I acted immature about it but I was pissed. I'm stubborn so of course I blew it out of proportion. However, Mom bitched at me last time for making 3pizzas and not sharing with Drew so this time I asked Drew if he wanted one and because he said no and only made 2, for me. I make them and between the process of thawing, making, baking, and cooling it takes over an hour. I come down from my room to eat it and wait, one's missing. My mom took it. But isn't she on the Atkins diet? Apparently not. She took the good one leaving me with the crap one that has kinda burnt cheese because I had put so much on. I'm not eating that. Nope, I refuse. Did she ask me to make one? No. Did I make three? No. "Well I thought you made three." No I didn't make three you moron! You told me not to last time. I'm so pissed. This is ridculous. Its just pizza yeah, but stop f-ing with my stuff. She hasn't made ANY food for me, breakfast, lunch, dinner, ANYTHING in about two weeks now. I make my own food and she goes and eats it. She coulda asked.
"...These Tears of Pearls."