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i think i have an emotional disorder. i mean, i keep getting mad and crazy and stressed over absolutely nothing. i mean, i understand that i'm a teenager and i prolly got a bunch of hormones raging throughout my body and whatnot, but this is a lil ridiculous. lemme recap for the folks at home.
this morning i asked my sister if she'd go with me to the mall cuz last time we went, she bailed me for her friends. she told me sure, and when we decided on a time, she said 5 pm. i agreed, even though i wanted to go more around 3 so then i could chill with my friends this evening.
there i was, 4:45 reminding her of our plans while she was on the webcam with her boyfriend. she said alright, and so i got ready. 5:15 rolls around; still not ready. by 5:30, i wasnt disappointed. i was pissed. i came to her room and told her to say bye to her bf and go with me to the mall cuz she made a committment and she said no. i explained that she always got mad whenever i bailed on her for my friends and then she said, "oh, well we're gonna wait and meet up with one of my friends." in other words, it was gonna be just like last time when she ditched me AT THE MALL for them.
i got mad and told her no, that she told me she was gonna go with me and i didn't want her to be rude and ditch me again after i waited hours for her to be ready! what does she do? laugh in my face.
you guys all know about those homocidal teenagers who shoot up their high schools cuz they hate getting picked on? yeah, well this b***h was laughing in my face! no lie, one foot away. and she's the one who always randomly slaps me, always gets away with being a b***h. then there's me, growing madder by the second. "ash, i am THIS close to slapping that smile off your face!" i warned her. she just laughed harder, her yellow-toothed smile mocking me. i slammed her door and yelled, "******** you, i hate you, i'm never going anywhere with you b***h" and smached the door (had i punched it, i definately would have made a hole. ask my punching bag)
my dad heard the entire altercation and guess what he says. "you're so wrong." to ME! she always gets away with losing control, with yelling, with cussing, with hitting and throwing stuff. she's seventeen. i'm fifteen. she ditched me multiple times and yet the second i'm ditched, i'm in the wrong for getting upset? god, i was fuming!
my mom, for the first time since i came out, went with me to the boys sections of stores and showed some common love and support for me. my mom finally got passed my homosexuality. so i guess some good came from this?
yeah, my dad thinks i'm retarded(er), my sister thinks i'm an outta control loser who deserves to be laughed at constantly... but i got a lot of clothes on my parents' dime this time at the mall.
 the_forgotten_thought · Sun Nov 29, 2009 @ 06:55am · 0 Comments |
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