irritated

why do i have such a racial and materialistic mother????
shiet.

when i don't wear something nice enough for her standards she get's fucking mad?? YOU SHOULD PUT ON MORE MAKEUP, more eyeliner....more this more that.....fuck

and if i want to go hang out with a friend?? why does she have to fucking judge who i hang out with by their background?? who cares if they're fucking indian, black, white, or asian...

it's not like she tells me anything that's going on in her life anyways. always keeping shit from me, never telling me the truth. so why does she bother getting mad when i don't tell her what's going on in mine? fuck i was so pissed earlier.

FUCK. i want to punch someone in the forehead


P.S: I have a prom dress.


Love,
Jenny