The Morning

I am deathly sick of my mom's mind games. She's been playing them with me since I can remember, and I'm fucking exhausted.

I fell asleep last night at 10 because I had only slept 5 hours the night before, and my limit for staying awake in a day is 12 hours. I woke up at 8 this morning and thought about getting out of bed before I heard mass amounts of screaming coming from the other room. My mom came in a 10:30 to tell me to wake up, because we were going to something deep in the city today. So i wake up and get ready, hair, face, clothes, cleaned the cupcake off my pretty shoes and asked her when we were planning on leaving. All of a sudden our plans are canceled and now we're just taking the kids (my younger siblings) to the park. I spend every hour of every fucking day playing and feeding and taking them to the park. She only told me we were going some place awesome so I would have an excuse to get out of bed.

I wish she had an excuse for being a gigantic asshole aside from the fact that her marriage has gone to shit.

"i hit a fork in the road everyday, no idea which is the right way, sick of feelin insecure, are my decisions worth living for? i doubt myself, i question myself is this worth my time? am i driving off a cliff or will i be fine where the hell is life taking me?"-Mental Fuck This