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jamiepblaze ([personal profile] jamiepblaze) wrote2009-08-28 08:56 pm
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Not a Happy time

Not a happy time

HATE HATE HATE

There is no one and I mean no one who can make me loose it like my mother. I go crazy-crazy!!
That woman has a way of driving me right up the wall, it doesn't matter that I haven't slept in nearly 48 hs, and I'm really tired and space..she makes me want to roar...
And now that I think about it I once did roar--in public...to her.

Now this might not sound like anything other that faded teen behavior..but I was the ice queen in HS...really I can be like talking to a wall sometimes..even when being yelled at.
But my mother? Oh, no. She turns me into this crazy-crazy fisher wife with a grudge and I all ways end up screaming my head off.
*sigh*
RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
And now Ohhh joy I get to stare at my celling a bit more-- what I would give to get knocked unconscious.(I hate sleeping aids)
So it's either a drooling lump..or a spacey zombie.

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