Liz (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mercy_divided) wrote,@ 2006-10-06 17:46:00 |
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my birthday is tomorrow
i am dreading it now.
mum expects me to spend the whole day helping her
it's my 18th I protested, I have work to do and things that are important that I need to do as well.
She cracked it & hit me & pushed threw me into the wall. She took my stereo out of my room to 'test it' and moved my cds like it didn't matter, and it does.
She's an absolute bitch to me. Tells me I should have done the music cd earlier, and not 'the night before' but i'm sorry, studying for a history sac & 2 practice exams which are before saturday come beforehand. She doesn't give a flying fuck about me having a good day & that's what's more important to me. Thinking I am self-centered because she changes EVERYTHING and because I have priorities before Saturday. Says Dad & I do nothing and that I don't do anything for the party. Hello, I suggested everything, I wrote down what we needed; and she goes and gets shit that's different anyway (ie, I asked for snake lollies not fucking milkbottles, nobody likes fucking milkbottles.) I know what the parties I go to are like, because I'm the one that fucking goes to them, not her. Stupid cow can fucking rot in hell. Then she refuses to buy bread & cereal & babybels & iced coffee up&go's because there isn't enough room in the fridge/cupboard. I don't even get a dinner on my birthday, which means 'quick dinner' which means 3 people will go through more than 4 pieces of bread. This exceedingly pisses me off; I need my cereal because I go through a ton of it & because Dad eats it too at least one day a week because his runs out. She stabbed me & now I have a cut lip. YET SHE THINKS ITS FINE TO GET HER FUCKING BISCUITS. similarly, I tell her its the 'honey soy' etc chips people like, and she gets fucking lime & pepper. I can't even be in the same room as anything involving pepper. I hate her. If she wasn't such a bitch & always refused to take me driving I'd be getting my license & I could fucking drive away.
I can't stop crying because it isn't fair.
Tomorrow (Saturday) is my birthday.
At least Emma (I love you) and Kim sent me cards, and Wendy (Mum's friend/family friend, except Dad doens't like her much) sent me a present the other day to open tomorrow.
♥ Liz
I am no longer excited about
i am dreading it now.
mum expects me to spend the whole day helping her
it's my 18th I protested, I have work to do and things that are important that I need to do as well.
She cracked it & hit me & pushed threw me into the wall. She took my stereo out of my room to 'test it' and moved my cds like it didn't matter, and it does.
She's an absolute bitch to me. Tells me I should have done the music cd earlier, and not 'the night before' but i'm sorry, studying for a history sac & 2 practice exams which are before saturday come beforehand. She doesn't give a flying fuck about me having a good day & that's what's more important to me. Thinking I am self-centered because she changes EVERYTHING and because I have priorities before Saturday. Says Dad & I do nothing and that I don't do anything for the party. Hello, I suggested everything, I wrote down what we needed; and she goes and gets shit that's different anyway (ie, I asked for snake lollies not fucking milkbottles, nobody likes fucking milkbottles.) I know what the parties I go to are like, because I'm the one that fucking goes to them, not her. Stupid cow can fucking rot in hell. Then she refuses to buy bread & cereal & babybels & iced coffee up&go's because there isn't enough room in the fridge/cupboard. I don't even get a dinner on my birthday, which means 'quick dinner' which means 3 people will go through more than 4 pieces of bread. This exceedingly pisses me off; I need my cereal because I go through a ton of it & because Dad eats it too at least one day a week because his runs out. She stabbed me & now I have a cut lip. YET SHE THINKS ITS FINE TO GET HER FUCKING BISCUITS. similarly, I tell her its the 'honey soy' etc chips people like, and she gets fucking lime & pepper. I can't even be in the same room as anything involving pepper. I hate her. If she wasn't such a bitch & always refused to take me driving I'd be getting my license & I could fucking drive away.
I can't stop crying because it isn't fair.
Tomorrow (Saturday) is my birthday.
At least Emma (I love you) and Kim sent me cards, and Wendy (Mum's friend/family friend, except Dad doens't like her much) sent me a present the other day to open tomorrow.
♥ Liz
I am no longer excited about
