I might be crazy. Like for real.
I tend to be selfish as hell sometimes
And when my selfishness catches up with me I play the victim.
I might just be depressed.
Point in case: the fight with my mom.
Last year around like December I got into a fist fight with my mom about cleaning it whatever shit.
So I have this thing as most black people do about people touching their hair. For me it don't matter who it is, DON'T. TOUCH. IT.
So our arguing continues and then she furthers her argument by putting her hands on me. She pulls my hair, smacks tf outta me all at good stuff.
Now, that one final time she pulls my hair I blacked all the way out. I swung on her. Hey now, I know what you're thinking, "Screen you crazy, why you hit your mama?"
It wasn't intentional like I tell everyone who asks. I ain't that where I'd just go off and hut my own mother no ma'am, no ham, no turkey. Not that damn crazy.
So anyways, after we threw out rounds for a bit, she left me at one of his friends house until he found his way to me. Man he was pissed. He almost suffocated me cause he was holding my damn neck so tight.
Living with my father was a new level of hell I ain't never experienced before. No lights, no hot water, the only way he got power was from his car battery that he hooked up to the lamp or the radio he had. That shit was tough. Mind you it was the winter time and the only source of heat that nigga has is a wood stove from the fucking 1600s or sum shit.
I live back with my mother now and it's been okay since. She don't really say shit to me and I to her, but that's okay we give each other our space.
Needless to say I fucked up. I really did. I played victim the whole time playing everyone for a fool thinking it was her fault she hit me. It was mine.
Now if you know me personally and you're realizing that, 'damn this bitch lied to me' I can't blame you for being upset.
Sorry. This is my truth.
~~Screenfasade
