liebe

So yesterday was nothing special. I hung out with my boyfriend just like I do every Sunday.
My mother called, and made me cry. I swear she tries to think up anything that will make me feel bad before she calls. Im just glad this time she didn't call to tell me she was about to kill herself again. A few hours later my grandmother called saying I upset my poor fragile mom and I should be nicer to her. I am nothing but nice to her! I wouldn't say anything mean for fear that she'd kill herself while I was on the phone with her. But of course, my grandmother doesn't care about how I feel. Its all fine though, this is nothing new. Its just another fucked up situation I've had to live with my whole life.

Only 7 more days until i go to florida!