I woke up this morning feeling ok. My mom was on the computer. I wandered downstairs to get some breakfast, and while I am eating she comes downstairs and asks my father where her princess Diana "piles" have gone. My father says that he hasn't removed or put them anywhere else. She begins to storm around and ask questions that she doesn't want to hear answers for.
Then she thinks I did it, and in classical arrogant christian style, she asks me to look her in the eye and say I didn't move it or whatever. I do it anyways, I knew I didn't do it.
She starts to yell and scream, throwing things around the house. She starts a pile of the books she has never read in the backyard because she wants me and my dad to feel guilty or something. She then tells me to come downstairs and look at the pile, then throw a bible on her father's in the pile because its worthless. Being an Atheist, the book doesn't matter to me anyways, so I chuck it out there and go upstairs to my homework.
My mother begins to bring the books back inside from what my dad told me, and then starts to yell at HIM for letting her throw her own books out. And then she says she won't drive me on tuesdays to college.
How is this any different than any other time she has flipped out? She just gets an idea in her head, and it is impossible to talk to her because of her madness. She will whine and preach, and in the end go against her first words and become a cherry-cheeked sunshine of happiness.
By next tuesday she will be driving me again, and buying me all new stuff. I take no shame in it, because my mom is a ******** lunatic.
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Hello, my name is Hemlock. I tend to write poetry and personal feeling in this journal. Your reactions are appreciated.
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