Its all my Fault...
1st damn thing I wake up to this morning..."Guess what Sara? I fucking sick and so is your damn sister!! Get up you fucking dumbass!!! You can't do anything fucking right can you??!!!" Thats all I heard from my mother all morning. You see, I had this cold like all weekend, thinking it was allergies. Even my demonic mother thought it was allergies. *sigh* until she got it she didn't give a damn. Now that she has this stupid cold along with my sis, all she can do is blame me...like she always has and always will. I've been nothing but trouble for her from day 1. Not because I'm a bad kid, but because I was born. I was a mistake, never knowing who my father was, being raised by my grandparents mainly. Mom was either too busy working or partying(probably partying being the lazy ass she is) All through childhood, I was threatened to be put up for adoption. My granparents would see nothing of the sort, and allowed me to stay. We eventually moved out and lived with my stepdad. Now they have a child together(my sis Lauren) who is now in the hospital with a stupid cold I gave her. My mother...all she can do is blame me for when stuff happens...Sigh, wish I could just stand up for myself...Wish i could be a total badass and protect others along with myself...maybe one day...