It is nearly 5am and i am so far from finished packing/cleaning its untrue.
I think this is because the more i pack, the less i want to have to go and live in my mums house for summer. It is literally going to be hell.
This is if she even lets me in the house in the first place as she has decided to be the worlds biggest twat the past few days for absolutely no reason. i know me and my mum sometimes don’t get along but i have done NOTHING for her to be acting the way she is. i haven’t even seen her more than one night in over two months so i don’t know how i could have done anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if it my stepdad was putting her up to it to be completely honest as he doesn’t exactly hide his hatred of me.
she seriously couldn’t make me feel more unwelcome if she turned round and told she didn’t want me there at all. Which she doesn’t. this has been obvious for years. she may as well have just told us that she wants us all out the house so she can have her happy little family with my stepdad and their kids without her other five kids in the way.
I wouldn’t mind but i don’t even know what i’ve done to deserve this. Am i the one who has been brought home by the police several times? no. the one who used to roll in whenever i wanted completely hammered at 14 years old? no. am i the one who would have screaming matches with her for the slightest reason/no reason at all? no.
i am the one who didn’t get in trouble at school, who actually passed my exams, went to college, came to uni. Hell, i didn’t even go out drinking until i was fucking old enough, not sitting around in the park drinking cheap cider and getting high when i was 14 like my other siblings.
the thought of having to live back at home literally makes me want to cry. this summer is going to be hell.