I swear to ******** god.
Every. Single. ********. Time. I come home. My mom goes on this ******** rant and won't shut the hell up.
I let her know that I DON'T want to talk about this. And she still goes on about it.
I told her that I planned on moving to a different place in town and she was like. "omg whitney that's so ghetto." and she sits here and criticizes my ******** choices!
I'm like. "Hello ********. I'm 19 years old. And in case you haven't noticed, I've been making my own decisions for the past few months and I've been doing a ******** good job."
I'm so ******** tired of her bitching at me for what I choose to do! Honestly, she wants me to be out on my own, so I tell her I'm going to move in to a suite, and then she criticizes me for that. She says she wants me to be independant and I TRY and she STILL seems to find something to nag to me about.
I'm like. "LINDA! COULD YOU SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE?!"
UGH it makes me want to put a ******** bullet through my head! And she wonders why I'm always pissy while talking to her!
I almost want to grab a knife and stab her in the jaw and scream in her face. I'm so fed up with her! She thinks that just because she's got me under her ******** roof for a small visit, then she can b***h, and nag, and complain, and whine, and make me feel like s**t.
I need a ******** drink. And if I didn't think beer was disgusting, I'd go get tanked right now. =____=
Khamora · Sun Jun 08, 2008 @ 04:53am · 0 Comments |