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Why is it that for me, when things get better, from there something has to get worse.
Stuff in school is going really good for me...so was has to happen for the non-luck of my life to even out?
That's right, you guessed correctly, my mom has to go into ubber sljdfhoibsaivoseru fh mode...Yup. You heard me right, ubber sljdfhoibsaivoseru fh mode. That's how bad it is. There isn't a combination of words in the English language to describe the ways that this woman is acting. I don't know what got into her. She's going crazily mad at me. Like, today I was all happy because Renée Zellweger got married...and I was in my room reading my Engilsh book homework, and my mom comes in and starts spazzing out telling me that I had to bring the water up from downstairs. I very calmly looked up from my book and responded, "Okay." But that like threw her off her royal rocker even more. She was like, "What...That's means you're not going to, right. You better do it." -if this was an anime we'd both be in chibi and she'd chewing on my head- Again I respond calmly, "Okay." I have no idea why this pisses her off...but she becomes even more enraged. Then she spots my dishes and yells at me because of that. I respond, again, calmly, "Okay." This is the point where she was storming out of why room yelling stuff like, "You're such a self-obsorbed bitch. You're a conceded whore. I wish I never had you!" When she almost left she looked am my door and started tearing at the pictures. She toar down the Chicago, the Bridget Jone's Diary, and the Oscars pictures before storming out. This is what actually set me off. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Why does she only treat me like this? Doesn't she understand that physiological damage can occur? After that, I dead bolted my door. I just didn't want her to hit me. She's really scary. Sometimes, I think that if she was really pissed off that I could just run. Run, out the door, down the driveway, and as far away from her as I could. I wish I could do that. Just leave her behind. Today I was almost at the point of telling her to hit me. Of egging her on, just so I could have the bruises to prove how she really is. Why do I have to live like this?
Stuff in school is going really good for me...so was has to happen for the non-luck of my life to even out?
That's right, you guessed correctly, my mom has to go into ubber sljdfhoibsaivoseru fh mode...Yup. You heard me right, ubber sljdfhoibsaivoseru fh mode. That's how bad it is. There isn't a combination of words in the English language to describe the ways that this woman is acting. I don't know what got into her. She's going crazily mad at me. Like, today I was all happy because Renée Zellweger got married...and I was in my room reading my Engilsh book homework, and my mom comes in and starts spazzing out telling me that I had to bring the water up from downstairs. I very calmly looked up from my book and responded, "Okay." But that like threw her off her royal rocker even more. She was like, "What...That's means you're not going to, right. You better do it." -if this was an anime we'd both be in chibi and she'd chewing on my head- Again I respond calmly, "Okay." I have no idea why this pisses her off...but she becomes even more enraged. Then she spots my dishes and yells at me because of that. I respond, again, calmly, "Okay." This is the point where she was storming out of why room yelling stuff like, "You're such a self-obsorbed bitch. You're a conceded whore. I wish I never had you!" When she almost left she looked am my door and started tearing at the pictures. She toar down the Chicago, the Bridget Jone's Diary, and the Oscars pictures before storming out. This is what actually set me off. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Why does she only treat me like this? Doesn't she understand that physiological damage can occur? After that, I dead bolted my door. I just didn't want her to hit me. She's really scary. Sometimes, I think that if she was really pissed off that I could just run. Run, out the door, down the driveway, and as far away from her as I could. I wish I could do that. Just leave her behind. Today I was almost at the point of telling her to hit me. Of egging her on, just so I could have the bruises to prove how she really is. Why do I have to live like this?