some things never change.

like my mother.

scratch all the shit i said last night. nothing's changed. i'm still the good kid, michelle's still the bad kid, my mom's still hiding behind the "what about me, how do you think i feel."

you know what? at the moment i really don't give a fuck. because after everything that's happened how about you take a second and ask yourself how do you think we feel.

the whole thing's weird and hard to put into words. i'm finding that i'm still really, really angry about the way she's constantly treated us like lesser beings that didn't matter. it's all starting to come out now; how do you move past that part and how she's probably still not listening to what's being said and start to move on to some semblence of a relationship?