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| butterfly (profile) wrote, on 8-25-2007 at 10:19am | |
| Current mood: groggy Music: Come Back To Me - Plain White T's |
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| I'm ready to leave. My mom and I just don't get along, and I feel like I'm the lead role in one of those cheap tv drama's where the daughter's all "woe is me, my mom hates me..." and then cries on whomever's shoulder is nearest. That's far from where I am, I don't care if mom doesn't like me. I just want her to get off my fucking back. Her goal in life, I swear, is to rip every ounce of happiness out of every living thing surrounding her. She was so happy that I was staying here for a while longer, and I was naive enough to think it would make her, if not nicer, at least a little more bareable. I was off big time. It seems to have registered in her head "oh, hey, she's still here. I can get in some extra jabs and insult her as much as I want now." It probably wouldn't be so bad if she showed the same hostility she has towards me to everyone else in my family. Not that they escape it all together, or that I wish they had to put up with the same shit that I have to, but I don't know what I did to deserve it all. Anyway, enough crying from me. It's too hard to understand her and there's no point in trying to. 18 years hasn't changed a thing, I don't expect it to change in the future. Yesterday morning I was home alone, and the phone rang and the caller ID said it was from Phoenix, Arizona. I don't know anyone from Arizona. I answer and no one said anything, and then you could hear them breathing heavily. Creeped me out, so I hung up. Then that afternoon same number called again. Same results, as well, only this time the heavy breathing started right up, no pause. We all went out to eat and went grocery shopping last night and didn't get back until late, so I don't know if they called again, there wasn't any messages from them, so I figured it was just some weirdo and it was done with. They freaking called again this morning. Now I'd told dad about it, and when they called this morning he answered, and they hung up right away. He's like "Rachel you answer it if they call again and then give me the phone." I looked up the number online and it's a cell number from Verizon Wireless but it didn't give the name of who it belongs to. It's actually kind of cool. I feel like I'm in one of those cheesey mystery books or something. I finally bought the Plain White T's cd. I liked it. A lot of lovey stuff, which is what I need right now in my life. |
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pjlmaster | 08-26-07 10:35am IMO, what you need is moar Michigan |