April 1st, 2007

Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

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I hate when I can hear my mom bad talking me downstairs, on the phone with people I love.

I hate that she misquotes me and makes me sound like a junior high bitch.

I hate even more that she actually sounds like one herself.

"She wants to be her own queen bee, and she can't do that in this house."

No, mother, I don't want to be a stupid queen bee.

I want for this one weekend for you to leave me alone. How hard is it to be ignored? That doesn't sound like queen bee behavior to me, since queen bees want attention and workers to constantly do their bidding.

I? I just want some time alone.