Mommy Dearest?
My mom was a total biyatch this morning. She kept trying to get me to clean and organize, lol. Anyway, I get confused with her. Sometimes she acts like she hates me and can’t wait until I’m eighteen and can get the fuck out. Sometimes she gets sentimental and starts remembering back to my elementary days and cries and says she loves me. I really wish I had the childhood “everyone else” seems to have had. I don’t like feeling like an intruder in my own family, I don’t like thinking things should have been better, or could have been better if I had the right parents. I hate regretting being born, or reminding myself that if life had went my mother’s way, I wouldn’t be here. I love being able to “speak from experience”, I like saying “I’ve been there”, but thinking about the experiences that give me the “right” to be able to say that just make me depressed. Well whatever, I love my crazyass mom.




I think she’s nicer since she dyed her hair black, haha. She’s always been blonde and I think it went to her head, lol. And shut the fuck up, I know my mom is way old, Justin. She was 31 when she had me, lmao. Shhhh. I need figure out what to get her for her 49th birthday on October 3rd, I am so clueless.
Haha did I mention how she wants to have her wedding on the 31st, (HALLOWEEN!!!) and have a masquerade ball with all this crappy ugh, nevermind. Well whatever. Time to go, I’m on the phone with my hottness, so I wanna goooooo. I love you whores<3






