roll away the dew
brrrr my chilly chilly basement!
ive been having very mixed days lately. at parts they are amazing and at parts they are terrible. yesterday was like that. the day went pretty good, but like the second when i get home i just want to leave again. i feel like i spend all my time when i am home avoiding my parents. i love my mom, i really dont know what i would do without her. but when she is in a bad mood she just brings everyone else down with her. sitting down to dinner has become interrigation time. what did you do today? are you sure? who did you sit with in lunch? was it cold? warm? hot? why do you shower every night? what are you doing this weekend? are you sure?
jeeez, and when i just give a non-descriptive answer she just sighs and looks at my dad, and when i leave i just hear her talking all this shit.
im so sick of that. im so sick of being lied to and being treated like im stupid. its my biggest pet-peeve. dont treat me like im stupid and i dont know whats going on.
dad is so cheap. he pays for nothing and made the biggest deal when i asked him for money for my prom ticket. he got soo mad he started punching walls. and when my mom tells him how cheap he is and tells him that he contributes nothing to my up-keep he just yells, "i bought her a pair of shoes! $30!". yeah dad one pair of shoes and im almost 17.
such drama. i've felt like i've needed to cry for so long now. like really cry, and i just cant. i just need to get it off my chest, you need a good cry every once in a while, instead of just blowing things off.
okay well, atleast the weekend is almost here. hopefully concert tomorrow if a ride can be found. hopefully happiness, hopefully peace.
ive been having very mixed days lately. at parts they are amazing and at parts they are terrible. yesterday was like that. the day went pretty good, but like the second when i get home i just want to leave again. i feel like i spend all my time when i am home avoiding my parents. i love my mom, i really dont know what i would do without her. but when she is in a bad mood she just brings everyone else down with her. sitting down to dinner has become interrigation time. what did you do today? are you sure? who did you sit with in lunch? was it cold? warm? hot? why do you shower every night? what are you doing this weekend? are you sure?
jeeez, and when i just give a non-descriptive answer she just sighs and looks at my dad, and when i leave i just hear her talking all this shit.
im so sick of that. im so sick of being lied to and being treated like im stupid. its my biggest pet-peeve. dont treat me like im stupid and i dont know whats going on.
dad is so cheap. he pays for nothing and made the biggest deal when i asked him for money for my prom ticket. he got soo mad he started punching walls. and when my mom tells him how cheap he is and tells him that he contributes nothing to my up-keep he just yells, "i bought her a pair of shoes! $30!". yeah dad one pair of shoes and im almost 17.
such drama. i've felt like i've needed to cry for so long now. like really cry, and i just cant. i just need to get it off my chest, you need a good cry every once in a while, instead of just blowing things off.
okay well, atleast the weekend is almost here. hopefully concert tomorrow if a ride can be found. hopefully happiness, hopefully peace.