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So yesterday was my birthday. It went wonderfully!
...until I got home.
Then, I hurt my other wrist, (well, Lester hurt it) and my mom made me cry... repeatedly. Because, you know, she had to make up for the days I was at Mi-Shells. :\
And my mother wonders why I'm counting down the days until I can move out...
...729.
Mom asked me why I spend so much time at Michelles. Half tempted to tell her that It means I don't have to put up with her. But I didn't. Told her it's becuase I don't see her every damn day at school. She didn't like that as a reason. My reasons are never good enough. -sigh-
...days like these make me feel like I'm never good enough.
...And they make me believe I never will be.
...729.
My mother always knows how to ruin a holiday.
Today I was told I am a bad person, (again) for being atheist, wanting to work in a bar to support myself, wanting to go into the music business, and wanting to live with someone I've known almost my whole life. I'm apparently "not normal" because I don't have any "intrest in boys." Please, forgive me for not wanting a petty high-school relationship, that won't last. Excuse me for not wanting to go out and fuck everything that moves. Pardon me for not wanting to give her grandchildren before she's 45. And above all NOT HAVING ANY INTEREST IN ANY SEX, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
Apparently, even the rest of my family is starting to question whether I'm "normal" or not.
Thanks for the support guys... really. Nice to know my family doesn't even believe me.
...729.
It's sad when the worst part of my day, is when I have to come home. I honestly hate coming home now. I dread it. Before school ended for the break, I cried because that's how much I didn't want to go home.
That's pathetic.
Tomorrow night I leave for my dads until Tuesday... a little bit of salvation.
Hope everyone else has a merry Christmas.
(x-posted from Greatest Journal, for your viewing pleasure.)
...until I got home.
Then, I hurt my other wrist, (well, Lester hurt it) and my mom made me cry... repeatedly. Because, you know, she had to make up for the days I was at Mi-Shells. :\
And my mother wonders why I'm counting down the days until I can move out...
...729.
Mom asked me why I spend so much time at Michelles. Half tempted to tell her that It means I don't have to put up with her. But I didn't. Told her it's becuase I don't see her every damn day at school. She didn't like that as a reason. My reasons are never good enough. -sigh-
...days like these make me feel like I'm never good enough.
...And they make me believe I never will be.
...729.
My mother always knows how to ruin a holiday.
Today I was told I am a bad person, (again) for being atheist, wanting to work in a bar to support myself, wanting to go into the music business, and wanting to live with someone I've known almost my whole life. I'm apparently "not normal" because I don't have any "intrest in boys." Please, forgive me for not wanting a petty high-school relationship, that won't last. Excuse me for not wanting to go out and fuck everything that moves. Pardon me for not wanting to give her grandchildren before she's 45. And above all NOT HAVING ANY INTEREST IN ANY SEX, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
Apparently, even the rest of my family is starting to question whether I'm "normal" or not.
Thanks for the support guys... really. Nice to know my family doesn't even believe me.
...729.
It's sad when the worst part of my day, is when I have to come home. I honestly hate coming home now. I dread it. Before school ended for the break, I cried because that's how much I didn't want to go home.
That's pathetic.
Tomorrow night I leave for my dads until Tuesday... a little bit of salvation.
Hope everyone else has a merry Christmas.
(x-posted from Greatest Journal, for your viewing pleasure.)