My gramma just said to me, that my mom never talks about me. So she doesn't really know what she knows.
I just did the: 0.0 face.
Like, 'why did you just say something that would make anyone feel like shit?' Lol.
I mean.. Anyone would feel bad. Even though I know I'm not my mom's favorite person, or kid, or anything, I mean, geez. PLEASE tell me that she doesn't talk about me. It's like I don't exist when I'm not around, lol. And, let me tell ya. I'm not around.
AND, I'm not going to be around.
*SWHOOSH!* (That was the sound of me disappearing off of my family tree. Out of sight, out of mind.) ;)
((Okay, I'm being a little dramatic about this. But, I'm tired. And, I still think it's not very considerate to say something so ..eh. I dunno. Whatever. I have to work a lot tomorrow, then do homework. Tomorrow's gonna be rough, and tonight's not so good, since I'm real tired, and I'm still awake, doing stuff. Blah blah blah, whatevar. GOODNIGHT))

3.24.2010
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