Metro

"My mind is in an oily state of screaming sin

And the moment I want to relax is when the sh!t kicks in but

Oh I don't know why,

Oh I don't know why."

Metro

by The Vincent Black Shadow

I feel bad because I think I made my aunt mad. She was telling me my friend makes me change. The she's not "the type of girl" that I should be or hang out with pretty much. I think something horrid happened in my family. I mean really. This is my third post today. Something is wrong.

So I'm just sitting in my room, watching "Who's Line is it Anyways?" My usual Thursday ritual and she comes in telling me this. I couldn't help but get a bit pissed off. She already yelled at me once today for being confused at who to listen to.

See, earlier. I called my mom to ask if I could go to the mall tomorrow because these people from New York (that I REALLY don't like) aren't coming. My other aunt asks if she can use the phone, but I had already hung up. I said sorry, and at the moment my Aunt numero Uno begins to glare and yell at me saying to call my mom again. Of course as fate would have it, my other aunt who actually wanted to talk to my mom said "No, it's fine. I'll talk to her later." So the next five minutes include me being in the middle getting yelled at for no flipping reason as the output of anger from my first aunt. In the end I call my mom again, and then I STILL GET YELLED AT.

What is with that?!

This is before the show I went to watch.

I come back after and my plans for tomorrow are evaluated and checked and whatever from my aunt, uncle and mom. My aunt is just like totally serious when I say I'm going to do weed even though I'm saying it in a joking voice. Everyone else is laughing but her. Then she continues to say "If you do that I'm going beat the hell out of you." or something like that using the word hell in that sense. It was a joke. Can you not take a flipping joke? I'm not going to start rolling!

(Rolling - use extacsy to get high)

Then she comes into my room lecturing me. She continues to say "You don't want people thinking of you as that type of person... As a..." She tries to think of the perfect word as I jump in.

"No one thinks I'm a whore."

She then procedes to say "Don't say that! That is not a good word. I wasn't even think that but now that you bring it up... Don't say that." And the room goes silent and awkward.

"Is that all you have to say?" I ask. She nods yes.

"Well, I would like to get back to my show." I look down at the computer and think of writing. My aunt goes to walk out of the room, and I say "Good night." I have to say it about three times before getting a response.

I dislike getting yelled at multiple times in a day by the same person for no reason. It drives me insane. I'm already having a bad week, I don't need more drama at home.

Drama gives you acne.

And All That Jazz.