*sigh*

[arabwel]

So.. yeah. had anbother arguument on the phone with dad, he is such a ddfuck-up, relaly, cant't admith that he was the one who fucked up, blames the goverment and "commies" and "socialists":.. such an utter fucking twerp. but he will nsend me money, which is goodnewss.

M0om? A bitch. once again. apparently, it is too much of a bother to call her boyfriend - who is in town with my uncle - to ask if he could bring me a few bottles f red jaffa soda because I am rather bloody fucking sick. mom knows I hate phones, that I am awkward about everything and that includes ANYTHING to have to do with money - I simplyu am incapable of saying "Hey, can you bring me a few bottles of soda cuz I am sick, I'äll payy back larter?" because.. i just am. I don'ät have the spine for it. mom managed to install fear of ohones and feelings of shame ewhen ti comes to money into me rather nicely. notw the fucking bitch has the gall to complain.

Me: I can'ät do it.
Mom: Ywa but you gott to
Me. THe fuck I got. Fuck off *slams phone*

I just hate her so fucking much. I'd rather starve than fdo anything she fucking wants me to. i am not going to cause myself another fucking anic attack and a spiel of nmightmmartes just because she is too fucking lazy to call the boyfriend on my vbehalf.

wish they would all rot uin hell. Well, maybe not ht eboyfriend. he is nice enough. but the rest. wisht they would all jsut go a2ay.

and yeah, still sick. 4 days inna row. have a hugh fewer, bad headache, and all that jazz.

But I am managing FOrtM. Crappy FotM, but FotM.

ETA; As exctewd, got a SMS from mom, telling me that since I do nothing but disrespect her/call her names/"vittuile" I should stop contacting her. anyone wanna take bets on how long it takes for her to call me? I am thinking before 5 pm.... (it's 10.36 am hre)

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