||[May. 12th, 2005|11:44 am]
Vichki, Vivki, Vicka, Ikciv, Kid, The Vicki
I can't take much more of this... |
someone who I wanted to be good friends with hates me now, because a stupid bitch made shit up, my mom went to the hospital last night, and I had to be the one there to take care of her, I had to drive mesa's car by myself, to safe place, which doesn't exist for me anymore, then I find out my mom went back home, Mesa and I get there, and of course, Bob is laughing to himself on the couch when we walk in the door. Then this morning I try and wake up with a good start, but instead I find my mom drunk again, this time she ingested 200 ml of vodka and wants to be in a detox program but refuses cayuga medical because they are fucking PIGS there. Bob tried to make her give me the phone and when I refused he yelled at her, because he was only going to yell at me. I can't do this anymore.
I'm collapsing. Mesa's ridiculously sick, my mom is...well lost. Here I am, freaking out. I know this is selfish thinking. I just wish it wasn't all on me.