Everything turns to shit..

Feeling: crappy
Well. Its been so long since I've written a real entry. So much has happened. The day after I had a horrible driving experience, I got the little paper that says I can go get my permit. So as soon as my mom can go to the school with the paper and my report card I can go and get my permit. SO, thats a bit of good news. A couple of days ago all the crap I've been putting up with from Karen just got to me and I exploded. I destroyed some of her stuff in a rage and threatened to kill her. Mind you, I threaten to kill her a lot. Well anyways, when my mom found out, I went off and told her that I really would do it if it was legal. Ooh no. Now she has to do something. I sould be commiteed. Okay mom. Then we had an arguement, words were exchanged, and I told her I wanted to kill myself. Big mistake. She mad an appointment with the therapist without my permission. Its for tuesday. I refuse to go. I would go into that whole situation in more detail, but I'm just too lazy. Okay, thats some bad news. Here for some mixed news. I came home Friday to a huge surprise. My mom had switched rooms with me. So now I have the big master bedroom with adjoining master bath. I was...shocked. I sort of miss my old room. The master bathroom is kind of like a storage area so its really cluttered. And the shower is full of stuff so I can't use it. Supposedly this is all being cleared up soon, but we'll see. Karen, of course, was utterly and completely pissed. She threw a fit about how my mother likes me better (which isn't entirely false if you ask me) and all that. So my mom told her we'd be switching in a year or so. I kept my mouth shut till I was out of Karen's earshot, and then asked my mother about how I couldn't paint my room the way I liked if we were going to switch. She said "Don't worry about it." She said this in such a way that lead me to believe she had fibbed about us switching rooms. I hope. Well. I guess thats all the interesting events. I'm very depressed of course. Hmm..I don't know what else. Blah.
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Wow, that sounds like a lot of crap.
I hate when my mom gets involved with stuff. -_-
Well, I was visiting your diary, enjoying the AFIness when I noticed i was on your friends list.
So now you are on mine too, and can read my diary.
Take care now
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