| Sticks and Stones. |
It's nice to know that you're loved... ..or not. Yeah, so I kept on informing my mom that I worked tonight until 11 pm. I made certain that she would remember and I asked her to please pick me up then. She said it would be no problem. 10:45 rolls around and I call her to remind her about me. I get her voicemail. Two times. I call my house and my sister is there with Jamie, Mike, and Becca. She tells me that my mom is spending the night at her boyfriend's house. She forgot about me. So Becca volunteers to pick me up. I feel so terrible that I even have to ask, that my mom is so mean as to completely ignore me. I cried at work. Silly me. Silly, silly me. Im such a baby. But it hurt. And this isnt even the first. She wouldnt even bring us home shampoo and toilet paper the other day. Not to mention the fact that she hadnt gone grocery shopping in about 2 weeks. Sticks and stones and a mother's lack of love. That's what really breaks your bones. And so when I get home, there's not a soul to talk to. No one to spill all of my inner thought upon. All of my friends are at parties, my sister and her friends are out drinking, there is something going on, a smile on everyone's faces. All except mine. I feel like going and crawling into a little ball in the corner and crying. Too bad there is no one to come with lonely little old me.
2003-06-18 - 11:10 p.m. |
