Wow, I’m ballin up right now because my mom asked me if I’m still mad at her. I told her that she was the one that’s mad. Then she said “I’m Bad?” . Then I repeated myself. I didn’t shed a tear in front of her.
Then she gave me this story about how her co-worker’s kids missing, and that the only reason why she’s mad is because I always go home late, and I guess she’s just worried. Honestly, I know my mom’s a liar because even as a kid, she told me to lie to my dad or auntie just so that she can get something.
But then again, what was all that last night that my mom said about “I fucking hate you. Your like your dad. You cause too many problems. I always get headaches. You always go with your friends. Punyeta ka. Buwiset.”
I really don’t know what to do with my mom.
Should I move? Should I stay? Live with dad? Dorm?
Omg. I don’t know. Then right before she left my room she told me to go to sleep.
One more year till I’m 18. 21 more days till summer starts.