Oct 22, 2012- Le bitch...

     Words... I've heard they can really hurt.  This morning I said a lot of things that I probably shouldn't have.  My mom and I ended up getting into a huge fight because my mom went mazzo, because I wanted to wear a shirt she thought was ugly.  See...I told you the women was crazy...What kind of lunatic freaks out because their child wants to wear an ugly shirt?  That shouldn't even have been an issue!  After that, she started flipping shit about my grades.  In less then 5 mins things escalated to her pushing me down a flight of stairs.  Since I was standing quite close to the stairs to begin with, I completely fell back and fell down half the stairs.  When she came to the point where I was she didn't apologize, she just continued to walk past me, so I got myself up and pushed her down the rest of the stairs.  After that she stood in front of our front door and refused to let me go to school until I apologized, but I wasn't sorry.  So I stayed home.   I guess I shouldn't be throwing stones when I live in a glass house, because my family is just as fucked up as Alex's... Regardless.. Me and my Mother are still not talking.  Alex said I should apologize, so finally I did, but apparently according to her it was too late.  Well, it is what it is... I tried.  I also took my sister to the market to run an errand... it was kind of weird hanging out with my sister, since I spend such little time with my sister.  Usually I try to distance myself from my family, because I honestly just don't really connect with them.  It's kind of like Bella is my mom's daughter and I am just someone who lives with them.  Its like I am an outsider in my own home... It used to really bother me, but I've recently come to terms with that factor.  And also realized that family isn't the people you share blood with...family is the people who are there for you through thick and thin.  Thats why I've made my own family with my friends.  Anyway, I only have 3 more years here, and then I am free to live my life however I please, and that is exactly what I plan to do.  Because I am the type who will turn 18, move out and never look back.  My mom has known this since I was 3, maybe that is why she's never really liked me too much.  Well thats really all I have to say...