Take Me With You

Oh hey, I didn't see you there.

Surprise! I have to be out of my house by TOMORROW. Not September. That's just awesome. I've spent the last two days speed packing and I still have no idea where we are going. Schweet. Well I'll tell you what. I don't give a shit where my mom thinks I'm going, I'm gonna live with my dad. I don't care if my stepmom thinks it's ok to be a bitch to my face. I can't handle the stress of never knowing how and when you are going to move.

The real bitch of it is that my parents didn't even fucking tell me. I just woke up yesterday and my stepdad is packing up the tv room. No notice, just "Surprise, you have to move in two days. Yeah, we don't respect you enough to let you know what your immediate future brings."

I have packing to do.

Perfect Situation

I'm in a terrible mood. There is no other way around that. My mom is pissing me off, my sister doesn't care about anyone but herself, and there are a whole myriad of additional things that make me want to punch someone, anyone, solidly in the face and then go to bed. Perhaps for days.

I don't want to be touched.
I don't want to talk.
I don't want to go out.
I don't want to feel better.
I want to be angry for a while.