My mom keeps fucking nagging me about not spending time with her and in just like first of all: fuck you, lady. Like I wanna spend time with you when you're forcing me to. That is fucked up, fuck that. And I'm sixteen years old, okay? My main priority is not spending time with my mother, okay? It's just not. She always complains that I would rather spend time with my friends than with her, well that's because
it's fucking true. I love my mom and everything, but come the fuck on already. I don't mind being around her at all, but shut up with the god damned sob stories about never spending time with me or whatever. I'm sorry, I really am. Like, I don't want her to feel bad, but her
making me be around her really doesn't make me want to actually be around her. And it's just fucking great, because on top of already feeling bad, then I feel worse because I always have to talk down to myself in my head like nothing say or think is even remotely important or right. So I can't even complain without feeling bad because I am a stupid bitch who doesn't know anything. God fucking damn it. I just really don't like myself at all.
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.