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My mom kicked me out...
..."is going to" kick me out. She said I "fight to much with my brother", so the ultimate solution is to get rid to me.
I don't see why its me...really, I don't. He starts the fights, he push's me on, he does all this s**t that he knows ******** with my head....and yet I am the wrong one. All I did was try to call her...if she woulda answered her ******** phone none of this would be going on now.
He's so mean to my sibilings...I mean, you should see it. He kicks them, hits them, cruely teases them all the time and when I try to stop him...I get in trouble. I'm always the one who has to fight with her, get yelled at...go through all that unnessasary s**t trying to show her whats going on but she never wants to listen. This is another case of "she knows whats going on, but chooses not to do anything about it", just like when I was little with my dad.
One of my mothers greatest weakness is men. Why the hell did Todd have to be a boy? If he were a girl...man, none of this would be going on. She'd either be to stuck up her own a** to see straigh or following behind me...no kind of problems; except the ones girls go through like her taking my lipgloss or something.
::sigh:: She always says (after yelling at me and bashing me for a few hours), don't worry I'll make Todd stop. Todd comes home from church or Johnathans house and all he does it sit there and take everything she says like its a joke. My mom laughs, gives in, and then the "justice" is never served. She just lets him and his friends treat us like they do...and she doesn't do anythign about it. Ever. When I get upset about it, I am the wrong one...and something about that just isn't right.
So now I'm sitting here, crying, trying to figure out whats going to happen to me now. I have to start packing my s**t up soon...there's this place in the Short North(a place here in Columbus), where they take runaways and give them food and shelter and clothing and stuff for free. i could just say I ran away or something. Greg told me about this place like last year, even if my mom tried to come get me I'd be ok 'cause they wouldn't let her take me back.
I know she's mad now, saying things she doesn't mean, but I dont' care. I'm sick of her putting me and my sibilings down. I'm sick of her treating Todd like he can do no wrong. I'm sick of being yelled at for s**t I didn't do. I'm sick of the screaming matchs and rudeness. I'm sick of being forced to do chores while Todd sits on his a** and dirty's up the place. I'm sick of having to watch my sibilings all the time and not having a life for myslef.
She even told me, now, that I can't go to Cali for the Anime con or anythign else of that nature. I'm going. I have to get out of this house. I honestly want to kill myuself right now. If it weren't for my sibilings watching everythign I did after Todd left I woulda hacked myself up then...its just so ******** fustrating, I want to get away and she keeps telling me I can and then when I have proof I can actually get away she tells me I'm not allowed.
Before my mom got home...I baked a cake, made dinner, was even cleaning up and s**t and as soon as she walked through the door all she did was yell. My stomach was hurting really bad, I was to the point of vomittign, it was hard to even stand up...but I forced myself to wash all thsoe damn dish's and make sure dinner was done for today and tommrow (since she doesn't cook on Saturday stare )...and that was nothing to her. You know how rare it is I do something like that around here? SIcne the house is usually so damn dirty...never. This is the first time in months I have done aything for them and this is the thanks I get for it...
Never again, b***h. Never again.
My sister told me mom isn't lettign me go to the Anime Con because she thinks I'm just going to have sex. ...she doesn't know me at all. I'm not like her, I don't wanna ******** everything with a d**k and two legs. And tell me, please, why the hell I would go all teh way to California to ********? That doesn't make any sense at all, if I wanted sex that damn badly I'd ******** one of the losers around here trying to "holla" at me. I'm not like her...I just don't get why she can't see that. Just because she "made" me, doesn't mean I'm anything like her at all.
::sigh:: I just feel sad...its just not fair, and I don't know wheer to go or what to do. I'm almost postive shes talking out her a** when she says I have to get out, but still...I'm still a minor for another 7 months, this is child abuse and I can get her in so much ******** trouble for the neglect and other s**t we've had to endure because of her. I even talked to a councler at childrens hospital about it, so they have it on file and everything...all I have to do is call that councler back up, and I can have that b***h in so much trouble. Get all my revenge for all thsi ******** s**t...
...and alas, I won't. Because its not the "right" thing to do. You know, lately I'm questions what is right and wrong anymore...the line distinguishing them is very blurred.
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