
Wow guys. So my mother. The biggest stupidest bitch ever.
All she
ever does is piss me off. She always gets fucking pissed about the
tiniest mistakes I make. Of course, when my brother does the same shit I
do, she ignores it. But me? Nope, I'm not even fucking lucky. Ever. She
just bitches and bitches and BITCHES about all the fucking shit I've
done-of course, she embellishes some of my shit with made-up crud that
she pulls out from the crevices of her manipulative, haywire mind.
I'm
fucking tired of her always trying to control me too. I mean,
seriously. She either complains about how I never can do things for
myself. Would you like to know why? BECAUSE SHE ALWAYS TRIES TO TELL ME
WHAT TO DO. Thus, I can't even do ANYTHING for myself. It's pretty much
HER fault. And when I want to try to learn, she just laughs at me.
So
now. I went to the Air Force Academy, and I was pretty much forced to
go. I left after Basic because I was tired of the shit I was getting in a
COLLEGE; I wanted to go to college to get away from my mom, and I ended
up going to the one college that is filled with fucktards just as bad
as my mother.
So now, after spending a really great (no sarcasm
here) month with my relatives in Idaho, I'm back home. With my mother.
Now, 24/7, I only hear how much I've fucked up and how leaving USAFA was
a big mistake. Oh, and of course, my mother, being the tyrannical
dumfuck she is, is now forcing me to REAPPLY to USAFA. Great. And of
course, though I have lied and told her how much I regret it, she still
bitches. She tells ME that I should have thought of others when I made
the choice to leave. But what the fuck, hold that thought. I left for MY
happiness. Seriously.
So now, I'm seriously considering overdosing with all of the Motrin and Tylenol I have. The thought is tempting.