I just had an encounter with my life.
My mom said some bad stuff to me today. Right when I got home and went to my bedroom ( it's my haven ) I went to shut all my doors - I have two doors to my room - and my mom was in the laundry room - door number one - so I try to shut the door and she says I can't and we have an argument that ended with me closing it anyway. Then I went to my radio and changed the station to my rock and she come in and lectures me about my music, saying that grunge people listen to it and bad people listen to that type of music. I ended up keeping my station. Then I noticed she touched my radio. Let me tell you, I was NOT happy. I was pissed. People can't just come in my room and touch my stuff without facing consequences. Well apparently telling her not to touch my stuff was giving her attitude so she got all bitch on me. Now while I was watching a show my sister mentions something and my mom gets into it and it ended with her calling me white-trash.
Lovely family right?
So here I am, my radio playing some rock music, my face tear stained, and me typing on an iPad.
Love y'all,
Hopeless
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Depressed
Short StoryI wrote this when I was twelve. A lot has changed. Thank you all so much for the kind words you continued to send me over the years. Thank you.
