Grin and fucking deal with it.
Just bitched out my Mimi (grandma) and I sort of feel bad about it. She really just caught me at the wrong time...no, it's always the wrong time with her.
I am here at the house alone with my grandparents and they (she especially) cannot keep their meddling hands out of my life. Everything requires a question and oh wait, the fun never stops there. Pretty soon you've answered all sorts of just crap that doesn't matter just so they can have the satis-fucking-faction that they have some sort of knowledge and insight as to what your life consists of.
Mom needs to get back from Missouri...no, I need to get the fuck away from here. I can't hardly stand it anymore and tomorrow I will have to give her an apology for telling her to stay out of my life. She's prolly crying in her room right now. I just don't know why she has to come out in the living room with her see-through night gown without her teeth in wearing a crooked saggy ass night cap and ask me if JO and Jesse are the same person. "No Mimi, different people" "Oh, well who is he?" I don't want to discuss this at 9:30 Mimi. It really doesn't matter so much. "Oh, well you're home early from class. What happened, what's the matter?!"
FUCKING NOTHING GODDAMMIT!!!!! Please just leave me alone. Yes there is a problem with asking right now, IT"S PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!
It is now the 15th of July...I leave on the 16th of August. 31 days. Soon I will be able to breathe again. Mom says I should be nice to Mimi if I want her to give me money, but in a way I'd rather do it myself...especially if it means she has no control or drawstrings on my lifestyle or how I choose to live it.
I am here at the house alone with my grandparents and they (she especially) cannot keep their meddling hands out of my life. Everything requires a question and oh wait, the fun never stops there. Pretty soon you've answered all sorts of just crap that doesn't matter just so they can have the satis-fucking-faction that they have some sort of knowledge and insight as to what your life consists of.
Mom needs to get back from Missouri...no, I need to get the fuck away from here. I can't hardly stand it anymore and tomorrow I will have to give her an apology for telling her to stay out of my life. She's prolly crying in her room right now. I just don't know why she has to come out in the living room with her see-through night gown without her teeth in wearing a crooked saggy ass night cap and ask me if JO and Jesse are the same person. "No Mimi, different people" "Oh, well who is he?" I don't want to discuss this at 9:30 Mimi. It really doesn't matter so much. "Oh, well you're home early from class. What happened, what's the matter?!"
FUCKING NOTHING GODDAMMIT!!!!! Please just leave me alone. Yes there is a problem with asking right now, IT"S PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!
It is now the 15th of July...I leave on the 16th of August. 31 days. Soon I will be able to breathe again. Mom says I should be nice to Mimi if I want her to give me money, but in a way I'd rather do it myself...especially if it means she has no control or drawstrings on my lifestyle or how I choose to live it.