I called my mum earlier today to ask for a ride, since I didn't have bus money. She said it was fine. Cut to the end of school, when her and my sister are screaming at me to get out of the car. I have no clue why, either. I hate women.
She's angry at me because she thinks I'm lying about having an ED to get attention. I dunno how that works in her head. I get more attention than I need in the cage.
I'm kinda frustrated about her. She seems to have decided that every negative problem I have is carefully engineered just to hurt her.
On the positive (?) side, four guys in my bio class have crushes on me. It's rather awkward.
Also, I'm gonna start spending nights at A's punkhouse. I've embraced skinhead boy's philosophy on life: when nothing else works, get drunk.
I sound like such an angsty little emo girl on this thing. I hate that. I'm not this depressing IRL, guys. Or at least I hope I'm not.
I don't listen to My Chemical Romance, either.
50 calories.
