Listening to: Solid Gold Oldies
Feeling: faded
Wow yesternight was one for the books. The emotions I expirienced yesterday were....
phenominal I guess you could say.
Firstly, you all know the story on my Mum. Works two jobs now and has become overly stresed and agitated these past couple nights, ok.
And you all know me. Going through my rebellious years, and althoguh I really do try not to stir up things to often, but theres this beats inside of me that comes out on occasion. His name is Lionel.
So last night I reminded Mum about the Harry Potter showing and she freaked out saying she had too much on her plate and she coudlnt jsut stop her world to make me happy. Finme by me, except I dont appreciate it any when yuo get my hopes up for weeks and then drop it when you have a bad day.
Last night Lionel visited my mother, and the outcome was not good. Eventually Mum got so pissed off and said she would take us, butbthen mentioned that Tyler had to come. That was kind of like a WTF (?) moment. So i came back, politely, well when you went out with your friends did you let Aunt Jan tag around. She didnt respond, but after she collected all her anger she let it loose. If there was ever a night for me to take on the deer in headlights look it was then. And it went from big eyes to tears, and quite frankly mum coud've cared less.
I went to bed that night weeping. It was the first time I had ever cried myself to sleep, and it was a horrible feeling. I was so angry I just wanted to keep crying and there was nothing that could stop me. I cried until my chest hurt, I cried till the tissue box ran empty, I cried till all the enger was out.
I must've been crying a good hour and a half.
Never thoguht I had that much stored up in me. Maybe I should be more open about my feelings. Who knows, I'm no Dr. Phill.
Mum is in an even bitchier mood today, if thats possible. But today I contained Lionel, seeing as he didnt want to come out and have a second cry, and I jsut took the blows she threw at me. She ended up buying the tickets anyway, and shes taking us, but she is not a happy camper.
I'm sorry Mum I just can put my life on hold becuse you have a lot on your plate...next time be more conservative with your helpings, and family members.
Let it be, let it be
Whispered words of wisdom, let it be
hey now- come on babe. Don't let all of this garbage get to you. I'm really sorry to hear that you wept so bitterly last night - particularly over something that could have been so avoided. Still though, I suppose you were right when you said something about tension in your last entry. WRite me when you get the chance and we'll see if "Dr. Capt." can't work a little magic.
Truly,
Love
Sara
Love
Sara