So my very drunk stepmother just just spend the past few minutes trying to convince me that I have gross, broken looking feet?
From how I was sitting in my chair she could see the bottom of my foot and she stopped mid-sentence and ask “what happened to your foot? It looks all… injured. Thats creepy. It looks creepy.” and she just kept saying how my foot looked creepy and hurt and gross and was I sure I didnt do something to them.
My feet are fine (they even look fime, I checked) and I have no clue as to why it was such a cause of concern for her.
Just wanted to share that really strange occurance.
i hate when people say “you’ve barely touched your food” like what do you want me to do stroke it
Is she really playing Neutral Milk Hotel?
Do not play one of my favorite bands when we are fighting.
After a night already full of arguing and yelling and door slamming, they both went to bed and I finished the dishes and got ready for bed. I left a pot and some other things on the counter because I was going to make myself hot cocoa after I changed into my pjs, but then she got up and went to the kitchen and saw the dishes and starts yelling things like “fine Ill clean it all up myself!” and “fucking jerks!” and puts the dishes I left out away while slamming all the cabinets.
Im sorry, I know she has problems that shes trying to take care of but at this point Im at a loss for words. She a psycho and a freak and I do not want to be under the same roof as her any longer than I have to be.
My stepmother is litteraly a psycho bitch. Holy shit.
INTELLIGENCE IS NOT MEASURED IN YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF MATH
fun fact: once in biology my teacher told us that “if you’re ever crying wipe the tears all over your face and they’ll help clear up your skin” then he explained that because tears are designed to clear dust and dirt from your eyes and will do the same for your skin and clear up acne and i remember thinking “excellent, fandom will make me beautiful”
this isn’t how i want to be remembered
constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”
so i was taking a bath
a bubble bath to be specific
i used half a bar of lush’s comforter (however you fucking spell it) and this happened
crazy right? i think my mom’s tub is made of magic powers or something
so i had a nice bath, watched some cry plays on my ipad
and i drained my tub
i came down to my room, two floors down in the basement
and i am greeted with this
i cAN”T FUCKInG BREATHE