So to speak. I'm supposed to be at my mom's house (according to me), but the front door is latched--not locked so I could open it with my key, but latched. My mom's car is at the back of the driveway, so I guess she's there--maybe not, come to think of it. I guess I'm not even sure if that's her car. I guess I'll have to do it anyway. But I have to go to Linda's tonight.
I don't know what the problem is, I hate being scared of my mom, but it's just my reactions to her. She just seems to upset me with every word she says. Geez, I have to pack things to go to Linda's so I guess I really missed my chance to pack some things.
Buggers, 2 min. left. Gotta go. Nervous.
I don't know what the problem is, I hate being scared of my mom, but it's just my reactions to her. She just seems to upset me with every word she says. Geez, I have to pack things to go to Linda's so I guess I really missed my chance to pack some things.
Buggers, 2 min. left. Gotta go. Nervous.