Mother

...I was going to write this whole blog post about how I hate my mom, like actually, truly hate her, but I'm over it.

Huh. That was fun.

How are you guys doing?
I'm okay, considering what's been going on in my life. I'm not even sure how to explain how I'm feeling because it's a lot. Would I even remember to come back to this blog to reminisce? I guess I should try: my dad gave me a very heated lecture a few days before he moved to the house my parents bought in the States, about how I'm not doing anything with my life and how I'm sucking the life out of my parents. That I'm at an age where I should be living on my own. After that, I started paying rent and buying my own groceries, stubbornly not eating any of the food my mom bought. Things were getting less awkward but that was stupidity because we were basically just ignoring the fact that we even had an "argument." Work is getting a little hectic because my store manager and the manager in training quit, and our district manager isn't doing anything to calm us all down; today was the MIT's last day at work. Otherwise, I like my job. These days, I'm finding less and less to do though because everything looks good. My sister moved back in with us yesterday (it was a surprise to me since no one told me) and it's weird having her around again. Then today, my mom asked me if I wanted to go to Costco with her and I said yes. By the time we got down to the car though, she told me to go back up to the apartment because she didn't want me to come with her. I scoffed at her and asked why did she even ask me to go. She responded that she didn't expect me to say yes.

Anyway, I'm gonna go back to just making food for myself and ignoring the world because that's the kind of mood I'm in. I even thought if my mom died today, I'd be okay with it. Hell, if I died today, I'd be okay with that too. Maybe that'd be better for everyone. But I'm a coward, so someone else would have to kill me...It's sick that I hope every day that someone crashes their car into mine or that a drive-by shooting happens when I walk to and from work.