Wanna hear something fucked up?
Today is my mothers birthday. So, my father thinking my sister is air headed, bought her a card that she could give to mom. It says, "Happy Birthday, Mom. From the 'good one'." On the inside it says, "Sorry I didn't rub off on the other one. Love you."
That fucking hurts. That really fucking hurts.
It's not like I'm out lying on my back for guys constantly and spreading my legs.
It's not like I'm out shooting up in a grungy alley, giving bjs for coke money.
It's not like I'm out drinking myself into stupors every fucking weekend.
I go to school.
I work.
And I mainly stay inside the house.
I don't go out often, and still, she's apparently the "good one".
It sucks when even your father, who you thought was your greatest ally in the house, lets you know how he really feels about you.
I can't stop crying about it.
I know it's silly. It is.
But, not only did I fight with both my parents today, I have my period.
And I'm extremely emotional, and easily hurt.
Today during my History of Germany class, we were discussing WWI and the weapons used.
Mustard Gas, No mans land, trench foot... And I was almost crying during that class.
Yesterday, I found myself almost crying during fucking commercials.
But, it's not just my having my period that makes me so upset about my father's card.
I don't care if he thought it was funny. It's not. It just plain hurts.
It hurts alot.
I want to get away from my house and my family so badly it aches.
But I will never be able to get the money for it.
I'm already in serious debt. Around -2000.00.
I don't have any friends in Baltimore, the ones I do are pretty much either married or have children.
What have you.
I'm completely alone. And it fucking blows.
Alot.
<3 Kate
Today is my mothers birthday. So, my father thinking my sister is air headed, bought her a card that she could give to mom. It says, "Happy Birthday, Mom. From the 'good one'." On the inside it says, "Sorry I didn't rub off on the other one. Love you."
That fucking hurts. That really fucking hurts.
It's not like I'm out lying on my back for guys constantly and spreading my legs.
It's not like I'm out shooting up in a grungy alley, giving bjs for coke money.
It's not like I'm out drinking myself into stupors every fucking weekend.
I go to school.
I work.
And I mainly stay inside the house.
I don't go out often, and still, she's apparently the "good one".
It sucks when even your father, who you thought was your greatest ally in the house, lets you know how he really feels about you.
I can't stop crying about it.
I know it's silly. It is.
But, not only did I fight with both my parents today, I have my period.
And I'm extremely emotional, and easily hurt.
Today during my History of Germany class, we were discussing WWI and the weapons used.
Mustard Gas, No mans land, trench foot... And I was almost crying during that class.
Yesterday, I found myself almost crying during fucking commercials.
But, it's not just my having my period that makes me so upset about my father's card.
I don't care if he thought it was funny. It's not. It just plain hurts.
It hurts alot.
I want to get away from my house and my family so badly it aches.
But I will never be able to get the money for it.
I'm already in serious debt. Around -2000.00.
I don't have any friends in Baltimore, the ones I do are pretty much either married or have children.
What have you.
I'm completely alone. And it fucking blows.
Alot.
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<3 Kate
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