rebecca,
again you don't deserve to be called mother. i mean...you talk about me behind my back too. that's the greatest parenting skills i've ever seen, well heard but what the hell ever. i love that you were talking to my own father about me. and if you didn't think that i could tell you were wrong. and if you thought i was listening to my iPod your even further off then i had expected. i didn't even have it with me.
"i have to keep moving from room to room so they don't hear me talking about them"
yeah, that kinda gave it away. theres only 2 people in this house. and 'they' means more then one. if your gonna talk **** about me behind my back, you better get ready to be **** talked 24-7, and i know that didn't make complete since. but i don't care. and the only things your doing are 1. making the rebellious stage of my life harder for you. congrats. 2. making other people suffer, yeah i like going downstairs in the morning for my own selfish pleasures, but there are people that need me down there too. your not the only one that's going through a rough time in your life. my friends are too, and if i'm not down there to consol(SP) them, then what kind of friend am i?
i just can't believe that you'll risk your life (rolls eyes) to get me from school, to bring me lunch money, to go to
walmart, but you won't to take your husband to work, or to get me to school at a decent time.
thanks a whole lot.
*****.
me.
dear "thomas",
i'm sorry that i haven't been able to have an actual conversation with you. my mother is being a ***** for no apparent reason, so...i probably won't be to school early enough to talk to you until my stepdad gets his own car or he moves out. i miss you...kinda.

lol.
me.