Today has not been a good day. Surprise, surprise.
A large patch of skin was torn off my bottom lip in a horrific accident involving my dog (how else would it happen lol), and the skin underneath is blood red, raw, and painful. I don't know what would be worse, telling people what really happened or saying it was burned off on a hot beverage. It huuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrts.
It gets worse.
Instead of sleeping during the day and being awake at night, I am now sleeping a few hours at night, waking up for about half the day, then sleeping a few hours in the mid-late day, then being awake for the early hours of night.
I don't think this can get any more messed up.
I blame my best friend for keeping me up that day. But it was fun, so I forgive her. X)
Ffffffff. I need a panic room or something. Everything keeps waking me up at inopportune/unfortunate moments, throwing my schedule off again. If the only way to get back on a completely diurnal sleep schedule is to block out everything else in the whole entire universe, then that is what I must do.
But it still gets worse.
My mother apparently wanted to take some time today to drive to the highway Oasis in order to get an I-Pass for the new car, which I apparently would be using to commute to school with every day.
But in order to evade having to do that, I was forced to tell her the truth. That I don't know if that's what I want anymore. I don't know if I want to go to school for landscaping anymore, and if I don't, then what do I want to do instead? Welding? It breaks my heart and destroys my brain just having to think about it, so one can guess how...... not well...... she took it. And for one brief moment, I had hope that she might be helpful, that she might support me and know how to help me and make me feel better.
But that hope was pointless.
First she got mad, yelling at me, as if I don't already know how much time and money I've spent on the horticulture program (and the program LIES, it says it's a 2 year program but it's NOT). But then she got quiet.She did not offer to talk it out with me. She did not comfort me. She just said "I don't know how to help you," stared at me for a moment while I tried to get her to talk with me about it, then walked away.
....... How can I survive on this earth when I get no support from my own mother? This indecision, this not knowing what I want in life, it's tearing me apart. It hurts so bad, not knowing how to do this and only having a very short time to decide. Once the decision is made, I can't go back. Ever. And on top of all that, my own mother won't even attempt to help or support me.




















