friday night butterflies
i never really knew how much i hated my mom until last night. yea, i know here i am bitching about how much my mom is a manipulating, self-centered, controling women, but hell not like anyone cares. oh well i'm sorry to those of you who actually read this, but it is a way for me to get all these emotions out. in other words it better than the other destructive behaviors i use to cope with my anger. so i'm sorry if i sound like i hate my life and all i do is complain in here. i really love life and most of the time i am having the most amazing time. but last night i got "the talk". no not the sex talk, i got that in ike 5th grade, but this talk was probably worse than that for me. it was about i had better get my act together and start caring again about school and not just fuck around, and how i need to be responsible. basically in the end of this "talk" my mom ending up calling me irresponsible, self-centered, and immature. i'm sorry but what the fuck. has she seen some most of my friends from school...i'm so much more responsible than them. yea i tend to forget things i dont wanna do but she always tells me shit when im in the middle of something else and im not listening to her. i swear my mom is losing it too, her memory is going down the hole. she cant remember shit. jim says hi and that wildamn is going to be a film director and jim is goign to be a rock star. hahah. ok yea im pretty much done bitch. i feel better about it. oh one more thing, i fucking cant wait to move outta the house.