Life is a Diaper

Please make it stop!

I'm losing my mind. No, really. The people that I live with are driving me nuts. Gracie came home extra-whiny today. She needs a nap, but every time I try to send her to bed, my mom tells her she doesn't have to go. So, she keeps whining and crying over nothing.

My mom has been on me non-stop since I let Wayne take Arien yesterday. If it's not one thing, it's another. She even went so far as to say, "I don't know why you wanted to go to college. You'll never finish. You couldn't even finish high school." Yeah, and things like that are part of the reason I didn't finish high school. I'm not going to listen to her this time. I'm a thousand times smarter than she'll ever be, and I can do this.

She's convinced that I'm on drugs, too. I can't get it through her head that I'm not. Just because everyone else I know is, doesn't mean that I am. I'm not like everybody else. I will be so glad when I can afford to get out of here. But what will they do when I leave? They won't have a phone (I pay the bill), and they'll probably starve because I'm the only one that ever buys groceries. Posted by sabrina at September 14, 2003 05:05 PM | TrackBack