We Speak Just Like the Closest Enemies

So I just found out that my mother is going to be at my grandparent's for Easter this year.

I was told by my grandmother to be good and not start anything. That made me so angry. I have to vent this anger before I go to work tonight. That wouldn't be good to be all pissed off at work. Bad things might happen.

HOW DARE she tell ME to watch my mouth. All I'm going to hear about is the stupidity that spews from her lips as every one feels sorry for her. I hate that. How dare they be all consoling to her. Every one just wants things to be all happy and shit. Forget it. I don't need this. I am NOT going to watch my mouth. I don't even want to go now. I'm going to go, say hello, and book it as fast as I can. I don't want to stay. I'm not going to go to Christmas now, I'm not going to have a birthday. Forget it. I don't need this.

I wish T'Nasha was online so I could ask for advice on what to say. She's really good at being independant and smart and stuff. A lot better than I am anyways.

Gaaaaaaaah. Now I'm all worked up about it. Damn. Fine. I'll just talk about my dad a lot then. IN YOUR FACE. If they don't like it, if I'm told to consider my mother's feelings, I'm going out the door.

She better not touch me or come near me. I don't want her to speak to me or even breathe in my general direction. My brother better not come near me either. Screw them both. They can wallow in their own misery together.

Now, not only am I going to get lectures about my finances and about my education, I'll get the 'why don't you be nice to your mother' and all that other bull shit.

FANTASTIC! This is the PERFECT end to the most PERFECT weekend. Yes, I am being sarcastic.