Drink, baby, fucking drink.
i moved out. fuck you mom. quit drinking so much, you fucking alcoholic.
Thursday- i sent my mom a text asking if i could stay with lara, her bofriend had just broken up with her. she needed me to be with her. she texted me saying no at 1230am. i came home, she bitched a lot, i didn't listen. told me everything wrong was my fault. i said fuck it, went to sleepish.
Friday-830am my mom starts screaming and yelling about my friends being bad people and throwing shit, hit me in the face with a fucking lighter. she left town. she does that when she cant handle shit. she left me a note telling me not to leave the house. Before i left i write her a little note.
"When you drink so much you think you can't drive, drink some more until you forget you're not supposed to be driving. Fuck you. Fuck what you think about me. And fuck what you think about my friends. They're more family than you'll ever be."
I haven't been home since. and i wont until she can handle her own fucking problems rather than blame them on me.
Thursday- i sent my mom a text asking if i could stay with lara, her bofriend had just broken up with her. she needed me to be with her. she texted me saying no at 1230am. i came home, she bitched a lot, i didn't listen. told me everything wrong was my fault. i said fuck it, went to sleepish.
Friday-830am my mom starts screaming and yelling about my friends being bad people and throwing shit, hit me in the face with a fucking lighter. she left town. she does that when she cant handle shit. she left me a note telling me not to leave the house. Before i left i write her a little note.
"When you drink so much you think you can't drive, drink some more until you forget you're not supposed to be driving. Fuck you. Fuck what you think about me. And fuck what you think about my friends. They're more family than you'll ever be."
I haven't been home since. and i wont until she can handle her own fucking problems rather than blame them on me.