the bitch

i have never had to sit down to keep myself from punching her, until today. my mom is the biggest fucking manipulating asshole i have ever met. i can't even begin to tell you the story. sometimes i feel bad about moving out within the next year, because i might miss her and everything, but its days like these i wish i would've stayed in portland a few summers ago, with my grandma like i had planned.
this all started because i needed to go to the bank for 15 minutes to get the money i'd earned from my fucking job. she made a big deal out of it because i don't have a bank account, which wouldn't be the case had she gotten me the identification i needed, right? so suddenly its my fault because i didn't fucking Google it and figure it out myself. I am not joking you, she told me i should've "googled it," now why in the fuck would i do that when she is 30 years older than me and knows how to already? She told me she would get me one, go down to where ever you're supposed to, and fucking get one. So she turns this into the whole "you need to be more responsible, you're getting older, i can't do everything for you anymore, this topic is completely irrelevant," thing.
I was so mad i was shaking and had to turn around, go into another room and sit down to keep from going Hiroshima on her.

i didn't know you could have so much hate for someone you were inside of.
if i can't get a place after i turn 18 here in San Francisco, or i don't get into school in New York, i'm going to Portland.


i hate when Joe gets so mad at her he tells her to take us and leave. i will never forget it.