i fuck stuff up so bad. like i moved to my mom's. now i'm stuck across the fucking country with no money and no way to get back. i could go back to my dad's, but its like i'd just be crawling back and admitting to him that i'm an idiot, which is hard for me. but i am so desperate to get out of here that i would do it. and since my mom took it upon herself to tell me everything thats wrong with me last night, at this point in time i dont really care if it pisses her off if i move back.
its just hard because i have no one to talk to here. only her. and she told me that i depress her and bring everyone down and i'm too negative and i suck to be around. and she asked me why i dont let anyone like me and i dont let anyone in. and why i can't put myself out there. and why i hate everyone and its never my fault its everyone elses. and ya i know that its probably all true. but it hurts to hear it all at one time from the one person you thought you could talk to.
i have my faults, and they've been really apparent lately because i hate it here and its bringing out the worst in me. but she has her faults too, and i don't go around telling her how much she sucks. like, even when she was telling me all the fucked up things about me, i couldn't bring myself to tell her what i think about her. it was so wierd. i always feel that way when she yells at me though. i can't fight back cuz i dont wanna be too mean or make her have a panic attack or something of the sort. idontknow, but she really hurt me last night. i just wish i had more money. i think i'm gonna actuallly try to talk to my dad about moving back, but that is gonna be sooooo much drama that i just really don't want.
i dont feel like myself here, i feel like a zombie. but tbh, i haven't really felt like myself since i left petaluma.