My Mom's here and is leaving tomorrow. Thankfully. I feel bad in a way about feeling that way, but then I don't because my Mom is one crazy bitch and has fucked up a portion of my life that I won't be able to get back. But if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be as strong as I am now and that is good and bad. I live with my Dad and when my Mom comes to visit I just like get really down. I've had a massive headache the past couple of days. I'm really tense around her. My Mom's Master (aka husband) carries a gun. Ya. Not cool. And he brought it to the FAMILY x-mas. There were little kids running around and everything. I honestly was afraid that he was going to pull it out and just start shooting everyone. And I don't even think its legal to carry a concealed weapon in this state, maybe in the South but not here. I hope they get in a wreck on the way home tomorrow and he dies. Atleast my Mom will get his Life Insurance then and won't be as miserable. The world would be a better place without this man in it. You know how people are all like "I don't hate. I dislike." Well fuck that shit. I hate him with a passion.
My Mom likes to play these mind games with me. She got me this calender with Lab dogs on it. She did it to try and make me feel like shit for moving to my dads because when I lived there we had Labs. And then she brought me this article from a newspaper about some of my friends on the basketball team from my old school. I knew exactly what she was doing and I called her out on it and she acted as if she didn't know what I was talking about.
My Dad went through my room today while I was at the x-mas party. You really wanna know what I fucking hate? Invasion of privacy. Don't go through my fucking shit. Its gotten to the point that I remember where everything is so I can tell when someone's been in my room. And thats how I know how he went through it. My Mom gave me a x-mas card with $200 (my present from her) and it was tucked behind some other cards on my desk shelf and when I get home today the cards are laying flat out on my desk totally off the shelf. Ugh.
I really don't like my parents right now. I wanna go over to Sarah's but I feel bad for going over there because all I will do is cry and rant about it. So instead I'm on here writing. I wish I had a choice on whether or not I wanted my life to be fucked up.