at mom's. will be going back up to my brother's house this weekend to clean.
i have a job interview tomorrow in bothell.
this was a conversation in my house today:
"why are you still crying?"
"because this is how i deal with things. i am upset, and i can cry if i want to." *it was more like hyperventilating sobbing, what is referred to as the ugly cry*
"i don't get why you're so upset."
"you don't get much of anything when it comes to me, mom. i love. i hurt when others are hurt by my actions. i hurt when i feel bad. i cry when i hurt. and i don't really give a shit."
"i guess i'll never understand."
"no-- no, mom, you won't."
things are better now though. i spazzed out for a while, then calmed down finally. did some packing, and am trying to plan out the next two weeks of existance. i think i'll throw a bunch of stuff together and run away from home for a few more days, but take bratzilla this time. the house i'm moving into is of a bachelor with no....refinement. i am going to need to clean that house top to bottom. i watched him, WATCHED HIM!!!! walk in the house, with grocery bags, set them down, grab a candy bar out of one of the bags, unwrap it in the middle of the kitchen, shove the candy bar in his mouth, and drop the wrapper to fall on the floor. garabge can he walked AROUND as he left kitchen. so, i've got some training to do, i can tell. he does know how to do dishes. and...i've seen him use a vacuum once in the 10 years we've been friends. so, in lieu of me being the house bitch, it will be free rent. RAD.
i have a job interview tomorrow in bothell.
this was a conversation in my house today:
"why are you still crying?"
"because this is how i deal with things. i am upset, and i can cry if i want to." *it was more like hyperventilating sobbing, what is referred to as the ugly cry*
"i don't get why you're so upset."
"you don't get much of anything when it comes to me, mom. i love. i hurt when others are hurt by my actions. i hurt when i feel bad. i cry when i hurt. and i don't really give a shit."
"i guess i'll never understand."
"no-- no, mom, you won't."
things are better now though. i spazzed out for a while, then calmed down finally. did some packing, and am trying to plan out the next two weeks of existance. i think i'll throw a bunch of stuff together and run away from home for a few more days, but take bratzilla this time. the house i'm moving into is of a bachelor with no....refinement. i am going to need to clean that house top to bottom. i watched him, WATCHED HIM!!!! walk in the house, with grocery bags, set them down, grab a candy bar out of one of the bags, unwrap it in the middle of the kitchen, shove the candy bar in his mouth, and drop the wrapper to fall on the floor. garabge can he walked AROUND as he left kitchen. so, i've got some training to do, i can tell. he does know how to do dishes. and...i've seen him use a vacuum once in the 10 years we've been friends. so, in lieu of me being the house bitch, it will be free rent. RAD.
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And no, she says she never really got one.