Baby Look at Us
Man I found out who sang that song that goes "la la la la whereever you are you will still be my shining star" or something like that. And the one who sang "Lovin' feels so good and that's what takes me high...". That one is old, but I love it. I love those 90s dance songs so much. Its what I grew up with.
So my mom cried infront of me today. Talking about how God is punishing her for having a kid like this. She thinks she knows other kids. She talks as if she talks one on one with them and finds out that other kids are perfect angels. Polite, make good grades, never lie, never procrastinate or forget. And since I am not a saint all the time and I have a memory problem, I must be a demon child. She ticks me off. So today I tried to be the "perfect angel" she thinks she deserves and you know what I got? More complaints. I cleaned the kitchen a bit before I ate dinner and she yelled at me for not finishing and not making grandpas dinner. So I finish and make grandpa's dinner. I took the biggest piece of meat so I put a lot of little meats in grandpa's and my mom yells at me for having already taken the biggest meat. Why does it matter? The little meat he had adds up to way more than that one big piece of meat I had.
I am starting to loose sympathy for my mother. I know she works hard and I appreciate that, really. But she has some bullcrap fantasy of what kids are like in other households. She talks as if she knows what I do. She talks as if she knows what I'm talking about with my friends and what I'm feeling and thinking inside. She has no friggin' clue but she is crying because she thinks she knows. And since she knows everything she has diagnosed me with mental retardation and repeatively tells me that she wishes I would have a phychiatrist.
-_-;; But besides that. I ran so well today at track but I would have done much better if I didn't have these durn shin splits. Seriously, I need some help with my shin splits. I wish I had a car and money and I could take care of this. All this. All my problems would be solved if I had a little cash and a car. Even if I didn't have money, a car would solve more than half of my probs. Seriously. I cannot wait until I can drive. Its so frustrating knowing the time is so close but you're so far away because you were diagnosed with phychiatric problems by your mother. I'm also thinking about keeping a food and excercise log. My mom says I'm too fat. 5'6" and wiegh 130 and athletically active. According to BMI I am the perfect weight for my size but I guess mother knows best, huh?
Piece of BS, Dammit and all that shizzles.
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