Fuck, I come home, on my own. Fantastic, time on my own for fucking once! I'm on the PC, expecting people to call me. No one does. Mom (yes, i call her that) was meant to ring to ask me to put the stupid turkey in the oven.. She didn't. At all.
She comes home with the monster I call my brother.. Only he's more of a Bully. (Bruises are my evidence.. as well as scars and visits to the hospital) But yes. They come back.
'Have you put the Turkey on?'
'Have you cleared out the Fire?'
'I bet you've been on that bloody site Facebook all afternoon, haven't you?'
"NONONONONO"
Fuck, she's so predictable. She knows nothing about me. She thinks I'm really smart and just a little on the shy side.. Due to my HUGE lack of confidence.. Only me and her know about that, none of my friends know of that issue, and I am not planning to tell them. But WTH?
I get so stressed sometimes.. And so I decided to sulk.. Pathetic and childish? Yes, I know. But it worked. I shut my mouth, told my brother to fuck off.. which he will one day take revenge out on me for.. and just looked at Mom as if she'd told me a really old joke.. the 'oh really? thats old' look. Unimpressed.
Fuck, why do I get stressed? Work mainly. It's all a big shock, since when was I meant to start (or finish) my GCSEs? Sixth Form?? Since when? I'm at the age of 'legal sex' and that is pumped into my brain each time I enter the form room! Ach.. 'mememememe' they say! Selfish idiots. Well whatever. Go away please.
Changing forms next year and making new friends. Thank the LORD for that. :)
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