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Well. I have yet to remember what was so important that I was going to tell you, so I guess I give up. It began to give me a headache, so I took 47 tylenoyl, and some jack daniels, and I think they're starting to kick in. Just kidding. i'd never go out like that. No worries i'm fine.
My mom is home though. She reeks of alcohol and pot. It's gross. I don't think she's showered in over a week and shit keeps falling from her head. no lie, it's like a while Christmas in the middle of october. She sold her shoes. How fucking sad is that shit. She fucking sold her god damn shoes. Guess who bought her those shoes. Go ahead, guess. That's right, me. I bought her those shoes for her birthday, because I'm a good daughter, even though she hasn't bought me a birthday or christmas present in over 6 years! I bought them and she wore them once and then they sat under her bed for like [June to October...5 months?] and then the otherday when she dropped Shane off, she picked them up, and went to leave again. I asked her what she was doing with them and she told me to mind my own business and go the fuck to bed. Even though it was 200 in the afternoon. But whatever. They're her shoes, and her drug problems. Not mine. She's a sick woman, and my biggest fear in life is that I will grow up to be like her. That and that Shane will grow up to be like my father. He's abusive, an alcoholic, an pothead, I hear he's doing crack now, a liar, cheater, theif, and an all around asshole. But dear christ is he good at covering it.
She IMed me and said "I heard you were sick!" I said ya, and I thought we were actually going to have a conversation, but nope. Guess she was too busy.
I complain too much. I should probably be the one to have started the conversation, but I'm sure that if she really wanted to talk to me all that bad, she would, right?
Fucking emotions and stress. I can't deal with this shit!
It was like, everyone's birthday this week. The eighth was Kyle, my cousins, other day was Katchina's, Katie, Vu, Marie, and Jeff's birthday's are today, Joey, my other cousin's is in two days, and I think that's it. That I know of, but it's not like I'm really on the "up and up" of things anymore.
"GOD DAMMIT SHUT THE FUCK UP! QUIT YOUR GOD DAMN BITCHING YOU STUPID SONS OF BITCHING!!" Oh how I'd love to scream those words to everyone right now. My entire fucking world is falling apart right before my eyes, and I feel like there is nothing I can do about it.
I feel so... I don't even know. If I knew, I doubt I could put it into words, anyway.
But no. No tylenoyl. Nothing like that. I wouldn't do that. I'm smarter than that. I am.
<3, I guess,
Sheena
My mom is home though. She reeks of alcohol and pot. It's gross. I don't think she's showered in over a week and shit keeps falling from her head. no lie, it's like a while Christmas in the middle of october. She sold her shoes. How fucking sad is that shit. She fucking sold her god damn shoes. Guess who bought her those shoes. Go ahead, guess. That's right, me. I bought her those shoes for her birthday, because I'm a good daughter, even though she hasn't bought me a birthday or christmas present in over 6 years! I bought them and she wore them once and then they sat under her bed for like [June to October...5 months?] and then the otherday when she dropped Shane off, she picked them up, and went to leave again. I asked her what she was doing with them and she told me to mind my own business and go the fuck to bed. Even though it was 200 in the afternoon. But whatever. They're her shoes, and her drug problems. Not mine. She's a sick woman, and my biggest fear in life is that I will grow up to be like her. That and that Shane will grow up to be like my father. He's abusive, an alcoholic, an pothead, I hear he's doing crack now, a liar, cheater, theif, and an all around asshole. But dear christ is he good at covering it.
She IMed me and said "I heard you were sick!" I said ya, and I thought we were actually going to have a conversation, but nope. Guess she was too busy.
I complain too much. I should probably be the one to have started the conversation, but I'm sure that if she really wanted to talk to me all that bad, she would, right?
Fucking emotions and stress. I can't deal with this shit!
It was like, everyone's birthday this week. The eighth was Kyle, my cousins, other day was Katchina's, Katie, Vu, Marie, and Jeff's birthday's are today, Joey, my other cousin's is in two days, and I think that's it. That I know of, but it's not like I'm really on the "up and up" of things anymore.
"GOD DAMMIT SHUT THE FUCK UP! QUIT YOUR GOD DAMN BITCHING YOU STUPID SONS OF BITCHING!!" Oh how I'd love to scream those words to everyone right now. My entire fucking world is falling apart right before my eyes, and I feel like there is nothing I can do about it.
I feel so... I don't even know. If I knew, I doubt I could put it into words, anyway.
But no. No tylenoyl. Nothing like that. I wouldn't do that. I'm smarter than that. I am.
<3, I guess,
Sheena