-i'll post pictures some other day-
Yah. My mom is talking to her friend, telling her "she didn't tell you i'm dead uh!" The "she" is me. And it's a cold war again. -'-
Basket. Bitch. Asshole. Fatass. Fcuker. Let's have a flashback to ytd. I smsed her but she never replied. So I called, I said "can come now". Fyi, I always been like this all the while. But she pick up the farking quarrel up, saying don't know how to call mummy, then call. -'-
I been saying like all these while, without the word mummy even though we didn't start the cold war first. And then in the car, she told me to tell all her friends, if they asked about her, tell them that she's dead.
Later on, She said she'll take it she never born a daughter like me. And sending me to school to study shit, plainly shit. And called me an ungrateful brat. I only told her, she's naggy and irritating, breathing down my neck. But her words were so much harsher then mine.
I left on the brave front, knowing I have val's support. But deep in my heart, I was seriously crying. Now, I pretty sure, 80% adults are on her side. Me? I have friends, esp me girlf and guyfs rightz? ♥
Now, I just prayed for the scars to disappear and I can start my new path to life again. Maybe because of this matter, I lost 0.5 kg, leaving me only 34kg now. D:
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