and I have to go home again why?
Dec. 17th, 2002 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Why oh why do I have to go home? I called home today, got the machine, my mother calls back, apparently she can't make it from the living room to the kitchen in 4 rings to answer the phone anymore. She must be getting really fat now I hope. So she called me back. I needed to ask for directions home from Orillia cuz I don't drive so I'm not good at giving them. Well that's just too much to fucking ask for from her. Don't I know she's busy and Dad is at work. I needed them by the 19th in the morning, but she wont do it alone she wants Dad to do it. She's the fucking driver in the house you'd think she could read a map, hell I can read a road map I just don't have on in my room right now. I'm so unimpressed I just don't want to even go home at all. I really do want to see all of my friend though and Mr. deVries is taking me out for coffee and I have an amazing New Years babysitting job with all the kids I love and miss so much. I just want to scream sometimes. I'm settleing for listening to Veruca Salt really loud...with headphones of course cuz it's quiet hours here so I'm working on going deaf. I just hate calling home and having to talk to my mom and then feeling so unappreciated. She doesn't want me home at all. You think she'd be happy to see me. I'll only be home for 10 days really, too much for me but for a parent who never gets to see their child you think she'd be okay with that, but no apparently I'm still not the daughter she wanted or somethign cuz she doesn't want me around. I hate dealing with her. I've got to get my dad's contact info and scheduals at work so that I can just talk to him cuz she keeps making me feel bad and I just shut down and I can't afford to do that at this point in my life. Shutting down everytime I call home isn't an option. I hardly call home though really, and even less do I talk to my mother I always try for dad but his schedual keeps changing and I can't keep track of when he's home. Life is sucking