You know what, this morning I got yelled at by Mom cause I drank her tea. Yes, you hear me. I DRANK HER TEA (some detox tea, actually). What the fuck? Apparently, she had brewed it overnight so that she could drink it 1st thing in the morning. But nada notice from her. At 3am in the morning I thought it was a mug of tea waiting to turn into a bacterial pond, so I gulped it down and washed the mug. So much for being a help around the house. At 9am she banged my door like a dinosaur trying to murder me and shouted profanities at me. Truly, I’m traumatised and eternally scarred by the whole incident. My day was so ruined, I decided to stay in bed the whole fucking day (not without random emergency trips to the loo though) and yes, I just woke up. Sometimes, I’m amazed at the kind of rage my Mom could pull off.
Sweet like an angel one minute, crazymadass murderer the next. Be patient, Kim. It’s only a year more to go. One more freakin’ year and you’re out of here. Yes, I’m going to move away even if it means washing dishes at the other end of the earth.
When I was 10, I wanted to moved to another town.
Now 20, I want to move to another country.