My Story

Not falling apart

Sometimes, I guess, I was ok. My mom and I were 'friends' and everything wasn't falling apart

It was, weird a little for everyone to be normal. Like no drama other than the "omg he looked at me" or "I talked to him!"

I, mostly, always had something on my mind.

Mostly music. But for serious stuff, mainly it revolved around my mom. She, as usual is unemployed. She's fine for now, at least until June. She's got all the bills and food covered. But, it still makes her stressed. Stressful makes my mothers famous temper thin even more. It was kind of skillful how she just thinned her temper out that much, I mean, shouldn't that line have snapped by now?

Maybe it already has.

All I know for sure, is that I got yelled at for eating food. I mean, come on! You've lived with me for all this time and you haven't noticed that I'm always fucking hungry? Seriously?

Her exact words were, "Put the grapes away! God, stop eating like you fucking own the world!"

What the fuck? I just ate grapes, who pissed in your cornflakes? God, control yourself! Its a small bag of grapes!

She just makes me so mad, like she expects me to be a perfect child, but she was screwed over with me. I'm sorry, but stubbornness comes from your side of the family.