What would you do if:
In order to teach you the "value of things"
your mother grabbed your Nintendo DS and threw it at the floor with great force so it would break?
Is that even normal? Come on. COME ON. I know I'm a pain in the ass, but what did my fucking $150 DS ever do to you? You were trying to teach me a lesson: the only lesson I learned was to keep my stuff away from you when you're yeling at me.
This is the SECOND time you've done this and the first time I kind of get, because I disobeyed your direct orders to go to bed. But I still think it was a bit harsh. And obviously it's not like you have to pay for it, 'cause on top of that you're not even gonna pay me back. Well fuck me with a rake. Seriously, like I dropped my aunt's phone BY ACCIDENT (I understand why you're mad; she bought it with her money and let me use it and I let it get scratched) but it's not like WHOA THE SCREEN CRACKED YOU BAD SEED LET ME
SMASH YOUR FUCKING DS INTO LITTLE NON-WORKING PIECES. You. Ass.
Okay, so my dad din't pick up the first few times. And then blah blah blah I'm cold and uncaring (the same thing you always say) you hate Diana (you always say that too) I should go die (well, you didn't actually say that, but you might as well have). Motherbanger. MOTHER. BANGER. What the hell came over you?! You don't see me snapping your shit in half. Oh, but it's okay for you to do it, 'cause
you're the mom. I would have preferred if you had punched me in the stomach. I'd get over that quicker. But noooo. You have to hurt my STUFF. It's like all I effing have. Which is actually not that much when you think about it. And when you don't count the other crap I have that I don't use. Why don't you break that? do you really dislike me that much that you have to break one of the most important possessions I have, oh excuse me,
HAD (there's my phone, my iPod, my laptop and my DS. I mean there was. Not anyfuckingmore)? I see no sense in that. That was just terrible. And of course I've been blocking the first time you broke one of my DSs (no lie, I've had like 3) but
now I'm obviously reminded of how shitty I felt. And while you're yelling at me, I start crying and screaming NO, STOP IT and you're just like "CALM DOWN OR I'LL SNAP IT IN HALF" as of you hadn't already wrecked it when you were trying to prove to me you were just two words away from a psycho. I feel really bad calling my mom a psycho but I don't know. She needs to talk to someone. A priest or therapist. Or Jesus. Dude, I don't even know. I just want her to stop yelling at me and breaking my stuff. I know I have to work on the yelling part, but someone please tell me what I did to deserve my DS getting broken. I know it's just a thing and it can be replaced, but it's not just that, it's the
act. Why would you do that? I've been raised (by you, ironically) not to
do stuff like that. Can I get a witness or something? How the fuck am I going to play Pokemon now? Seriously.
I can't wait 'til Tuesday when the Therapist (hail the almighty, 'cause apparently she thinks I worship her, too) tells her that was really fucked up.
Labels: and that was really fucked up, Julian spells "Thanks" "Thanx" and it pisses me off, King Dork, Michael Cera, Motherbanger, Sam Hellerman, The Strokes really did it this time, Tom Henderson
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.