Yesterday my mom and I went to Bangor to eat at Pizza Hut (she'd just bought a new SUV and she wanted to drive it around, lol) and when we were coming back she told me that we might really be moving to Southern Maine. I told her that I didn't want to go and that Paul didn't either, and she said Paul wasn't going. They're getting "seperated" (not divorced, apparently) This ******** sucks. There's so much here that I'm going to have to leave behind, like my Wal*Mart and Bud's and all my friends and my hairdresser and even Bangor. And I'll have to go to a new school, and I'll have to live where I don't know anybody, and it's just going to be me and my mom and Thomas. I don't like moving, and Mom ******** PROMISED me this would be the last house we moved to, when we moved here. I think this house is the place I've ever lived in the longest. I got so used to everything here. I don't want to move. I'm never going to trust Mom when she promises something EVER again. She always breaks her promises.
Another really awful thing is that I'm going to live farther away from Phil. I know it'd be worse if we were still going out, but I still hoped that we could meet sometime. Now we never can if I move 3 hours away.
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