vent.
my mom is pretty set on moving to santa fe. i know it's not in a different state or on the other side of texas, but seriously. my life here is good. i like it here. i'm having fun here. i love my friends and seeing them at school and doing random, silly stuff. i'm not going to have that up there. who the hell is going to drive up to santa fe to see me? she doesn't get that. she's interrupting our lives for that fucking hick that she made us move in with. it pisses me off. my dad wasn't the only one that was screwing around. she was, too. she just happened to get custody. she's like why can't we do something for me? fuck her. the past few years of our lives have allllll been about her. it's been us waiting up for her when she didn't come home. it's been us dealing with her weird, psycho boyfriends that she picked up before my parents were divorced. yeah; try dealing with that when you're 13. she just doesn't get it. just because she screwed up her finincial situation doesn't mean we should be punished. i don't even care if we live in this tiny house in jamaica beach. it's a billion times better than living anywhere else. i'm not saying i want to stay here my whole entire life, but this is my home. it's been my home for the past 16 years, and i don't want it to change. she could at least wait until after we're out of highschool. and i'm so tired of hearing about fucking horses. we're not going to get a horse. we can barely afford to take care of a dog. hello..be realistic. they aren't even considering the factors that if they move they have to pay for rent, for us to go to school, they have to pay for gas for me, my mom, and mitch to go to galveston because, oh wait, EVERYTHING WE DO IS IN GALVESTON. my mom's job is closer to jamaica beach than santa fe.
anyways, last night cory, houston, thomas, and jacob ran into my house with airsoft guns pretending to shoot me. it was funny. we went outside and they showed me how to use one. i shot thomas and houston. thomas shot me back. we went to cory's, and they played halo. we went to go see nacho libre. it was hilarious. stephen went, too. houston made sure we sat far apart from eachother. whatever. i'm so over that. i've apologized over and over again. i meant every single apology, and he still can't grow up. his bad attitude isn't my fault. it's his. dhfjksdfhksjdhfshdf. i'm done.
anyways, last night cory, houston, thomas, and jacob ran into my house with airsoft guns pretending to shoot me. it was funny. we went outside and they showed me how to use one. i shot thomas and houston. thomas shot me back. we went to cory's, and they played halo. we went to go see nacho libre. it was hilarious. stephen went, too. houston made sure we sat far apart from eachother. whatever. i'm so over that. i've apologized over and over again. i meant every single apology, and he still can't grow up. his bad attitude isn't my fault. it's his. dhfjksdfhksjdhfshdf. i'm done.