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This weekend was okay. not how I really wanted to spend my Friday, but whatever.
Mall yesterday.
Today, putting my room back together. Going to my mom's friend's cookie exchange, haha. Than after my mom suddenly decides that she wants to go to my Grandma's grave.
My Grandma died 2 years ago on December 20th. This may be why I dont like the week of Christmas.
It was weird. Usually I make an excuse to not go, because I always end up feeling so awkward and I cant stand to see my mom just standing there looking at the ground at her name. I never know what to do. I hate it. I do not think I grieved properly, probably because 8th grade was not the best time for everything to happen. But, it was quick; today.
We went to Albertson's after which consisted of my sister treating my mom like she treats me. I was in such utter shock and disbelief all I could do is stand there. I could have slapped her, but it would have only made things worse for my mom. The minute we came home Briana rushed to my dad to try to make herself seem not so full of shit. Then everything suddenly turned on me and how I have been a bitch the entire day. First of all, I didnt not even see my dad all day so where the fuck did that come from? Second, I did nothing wrong to anyone all day. Sure, I've been a bitch probably the entire month, but it didnt matter because I did nothing wrong today. What the fuck.
Then my dad called me psycho.
Bastard.
I am sick of random people coming up to me and my sister asking if we're twins. How the hell do you come up with that? First of all, she's 23 months younger than me. Second, she's significantly taller. And third, we just dont look alike; she is prettier and dont argue with me on that.
I told my mom all of those people were crackheads.
Mall yesterday.
Today, putting my room back together. Going to my mom's friend's cookie exchange, haha. Than after my mom suddenly decides that she wants to go to my Grandma's grave.
My Grandma died 2 years ago on December 20th. This may be why I dont like the week of Christmas.
It was weird. Usually I make an excuse to not go, because I always end up feeling so awkward and I cant stand to see my mom just standing there looking at the ground at her name. I never know what to do. I hate it. I do not think I grieved properly, probably because 8th grade was not the best time for everything to happen. But, it was quick; today.
We went to Albertson's after which consisted of my sister treating my mom like she treats me. I was in such utter shock and disbelief all I could do is stand there. I could have slapped her, but it would have only made things worse for my mom. The minute we came home Briana rushed to my dad to try to make herself seem not so full of shit. Then everything suddenly turned on me and how I have been a bitch the entire day. First of all, I didnt not even see my dad all day so where the fuck did that come from? Second, I did nothing wrong to anyone all day. Sure, I've been a bitch probably the entire month, but it didnt matter because I did nothing wrong today. What the fuck.
Then my dad called me psycho.
Bastard.
I am sick of random people coming up to me and my sister asking if we're twins. How the hell do you come up with that? First of all, she's 23 months younger than me. Second, she's significantly taller. And third, we just dont look alike; she is prettier and dont argue with me on that.
I told my mom all of those people were crackheads.