I’ve noticed a pattern in my life. It’s been 3 years that I’ve done absolutely nothing with my life. My parents or whatever they are, have literally kicked me out of their house at least three-four times. It’s only normal to see that that would give me an even more stronger sense of abandonment. My mom has pulled my hair, hit me at least twice, because I was always too drunk to remember. But when I woke up in the mornings, I found twice a bruise or shade of red and blue around my eyes. Way to go mom. And no I won’t call her by her actual name to insult her role as a mother, because her name... even the thought of it, despises me, making me grind my teeth and kringe. So I resolved with calling her mom. It’s the best I can come up with.
Man! I have the serious sniffles this morning.
Oh! And the main pattern in my life that I’ve noticed most recently, like this morning is... When I woke up, I instantly grabbed a cup of joe from our new Keurig machine(it’s a coffee brewer). And then I thought about how I used to never drink coffee, let alone too much caffeine. I’m more of a tea person, like herbal, yo. Anyway, my mom did the exact same thing, then went into her glass room to get onto her laptop. Then I got onto my laptop, which was sitting right next to my cup of coffee. Do you get it? Plus last year I started reading a bunch of books, just like my dad. Oh! I also forgot to mention, that last year I started to smoke cigarettes, like in the beginning of 2011, because my mom is a chain smoker. And when she coughs, she blames it on the air. That’s pretty ironic, kind of like how she blames me for everything. Oh yea! I totally forgot about how she blamed me for my dad and her almost getting a divorce, when I was in my junior year of high school. I don’t get it. Why am I such an easy target? And one night when my friends and I were planning on sleeping over at my house, my brother decided to have his friends over too, so she told us to sleep outside in a tent. Yep. I’m telling you, irony is where her footsteps trod.
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