feeling: pissed off/angsty
thoughts: ok, so yeah... my mom is being a total psycho... she was all mad because she couldn't see if she had mail without getting online... then she broke the phone, and yelled at me... then, i went out to my car to get my purse, and she came running out yelling likie "where the hell do you think YOU'RE going?!" and since... i'm me... i responded with "settle down, i'm getting my purse, not running away. way to show that trust you were talking about" so now she's like "before you go to bed, you'd better turn off all the LIGHTS! *sounds threatening*" then was all mad when i was like "yeah, lights... turn them off... like ALWAYS" *sigh* i don't like my mom. seriously, i just don't like her personality. even when she's happy and nice, it's impossible to miss how two faced and phony she is. and, she's constantly mad because my friends all hate her. she thinks i'm telling them "ok, now be distant towards my mom" and doesn't understand that really, they don't like her because she's SCARY. "you must be *insert random name*!! megan talks about you ALL the time!" (i NEVER talk about my friends with my mom... ever...) " i'm roxanne, but you can call me roxie, or rox! do you hang out with megan much? are you in theatre? what grade are you in? how long have you had your license? do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? how long have you guys known eachother?" and this worries my friends... i'd be worried if someone's mom was like that to me... just sayin... and on top of all that, i'm realizing how much i ate today. which just sucks. i mean... ew... actually *had* breakfast, half a pop tart and milk... let jenny take me to wendy's and ate a jr. bacon cheeseburger and potato... and giant ass soda. not even diet. *and* i had starbucks at the mall... and grilled chicken tonight. i hate when i do that. i know i said that i don't worry about that anymore, but when i can just feel how much i've eaten, it makes me sick. guys can rant on and on about how i need to eat more, but bullshit, look at the girls they chose. all of them are as skinny as i am or skinnier. "i hate skinny girls! they look so bad" right, that's why you're totally in love with some underclassmen you've never talked to, but weighs 90 fucking pounds. yeah. so i'm done bitching, because no one wants to hear me whine.
*megan*
angry. i hate how my rare manic swings are always ended within a few days. courtesy of my mother. or me overeating. damn.
thoughts: ok, so yeah... my mom is being a total psycho... she was all mad because she couldn't see if she had mail without getting online... then she broke the phone, and yelled at me... then, i went out to my car to get my purse, and she came running out yelling likie "where the hell do you think YOU'RE going?!" and since... i'm me... i responded with "settle down, i'm getting my purse, not running away. way to show that trust you were talking about" so now she's like "before you go to bed, you'd better turn off all the LIGHTS! *sounds threatening*" then was all mad when i was like "yeah, lights... turn them off... like ALWAYS" *sigh* i don't like my mom. seriously, i just don't like her personality. even when she's happy and nice, it's impossible to miss how two faced and phony she is. and, she's constantly mad because my friends all hate her. she thinks i'm telling them "ok, now be distant towards my mom" and doesn't understand that really, they don't like her because she's SCARY. "you must be *insert random name*!! megan talks about you ALL the time!" (i NEVER talk about my friends with my mom... ever...) " i'm roxanne, but you can call me roxie, or rox! do you hang out with megan much? are you in theatre? what grade are you in? how long have you had your license? do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? how long have you guys known eachother?" and this worries my friends... i'd be worried if someone's mom was like that to me... just sayin... and on top of all that, i'm realizing how much i ate today. which just sucks. i mean... ew... actually *had* breakfast, half a pop tart and milk... let jenny take me to wendy's and ate a jr. bacon cheeseburger and potato... and giant ass soda. not even diet. *and* i had starbucks at the mall... and grilled chicken tonight. i hate when i do that. i know i said that i don't worry about that anymore, but when i can just feel how much i've eaten, it makes me sick. guys can rant on and on about how i need to eat more, but bullshit, look at the girls they chose. all of them are as skinny as i am or skinnier. "i hate skinny girls! they look so bad" right, that's why you're totally in love with some underclassmen you've never talked to, but weighs 90 fucking pounds. yeah. so i'm done bitching, because no one wants to hear me whine.
*megan*
angry. i hate how my rare manic swings are always ended within a few days. courtesy of my mother. or me overeating. damn.
posted by megan at 9:35 PM
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