this is the last straw. on the way home my mother told me i can never see matt again until i am sixteen. i hate this....idk how or even if i will get by. i am sick of my mother. i am sick of crying and i am sick of trying to contain myself from extremities. i cannot call matt nor see him.... i feel sick. and i just want to escape. i don't know how
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You need to talk, i am here
but like tom above said, parents are weird. they have a harder time making up their mind than an indecisive four-year-old...and they throw tantrums like 4 year olds too! :-P
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