Okay so maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but it’s 2 hours until my birthday and I’ve cried 4 times already. My mom decided to re-do the kitchen floor. This is a fairly normal event but on my birthday? Really? So the wood is gone the front room has no couches which makes everyone aonry when they have to sit on the hard wood floor and it makes her mad plus she tried to make my dad move the fridge which broke through the floor and the fan on the ceiling and made him mad and then she yelled at him and stormed out so now he’s sleeping on the couch which made me unable to do my homework assignment (great) so now I have to do that on my birthday-yay. Idk it’s just really annoying and sad and I’m being pulled between leaving this stupid house forever and trying to fix her problems. I swear. So I’m once again crying myself to sleep, spending the last night of youth as sad as can be cause my stupid family can’t figure out their problems. I swear all these posts are about my mom but sometimes she’s so stupid I just can’t help it and I have to rant to more then just Twitter. Whatever. What’s another birthday? Just a day to sit around and feel old. I wish I had someone to turn to, I feel like I can’t turn to my boyfriend cause he doesn’t get it and I don’t have any other friends in the world. I hate this. I hate this lump in my throat and this situation and I hate you. I hate my life.
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