As far as I'm concerned, this day is to the dogs.
I've had nothing more than emotional slaps in the face and I'm pretty sure the fact that I can't cry anymore means that it can't get any worse...I don't really want to go into high detail about the things going on in my average suck-tastic life, but I'm sure knowing me you get the picture...
I--broke up with my boyfriend...I guess you can say---I wasn't expecting that conversation to take that turn, but I guess in the end, it was only right. I hate it when that happens because then I feel as if I'll always be guilty for is even when it's long over and forgotten. And then I went to church with my head down and spoke to no one when I didn't have to. A friend of my mom's laughed as he commented on how tall I was getting and I just smiled weakly as if I were laughing too and after church mom called me a jerk for now saying anything....
Then, she went on saying that she, my grandma and I would go shopping for my birthday presents at the shopping center with the biggest Hot Topic in the area, but I declined still feeling bad about Tim and all. Then mom lectured me, "What did I tell you? I told you to go to bed at 11 so I wouldn't have to put up with your bad mood! Your sister and her friends staying up is enough I don't need you to be like that too! When we go shopping you better wipe that frown off your face and shape up!" I of course reacted and shook my head, "I don't want to go," if mom was going to be like that, I didn't want to go at all. I didn't care what I got for my birthday.
So I got out of the car when we got home and went directly upstairs. I sat at my computer and started typing this, that's when Mom came in, "This is your last chance," she said, "If you don't come, Mimi and I will pick out your presents and trust me, you won't like them," That was it--the final blow to my heart, exactly what I didn't need. I hunched over the desk and told her again with a shaky voice I didn't want to go and after that my grandma came twice telling me, "Come on, Mariah, be a sport, come with us--I don't know what you want for your birthday--" I shooed her away from me telling her Mom knew what I wanted.
Then she left, the garage door shut and the little white car was gone.
I can't wait to see what my loving mother picked out for me...
Mai Harada Community Member 
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