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I'm moving in with my mother. Yeah... If any of you actually pay attention to all my journal madness, you already know that Kris and I don't have the best history together. Basically she left me as a pup and let my drunken father raise me. Fun right? Well, here's the DL. I went to chill with my friend, I said "I think we'll probly go to the park." Well, we ended up going to his house, and when my dad called, my phone just vibrated even though I had the volume turned all the way up. He flipped the fuck out. I can understand why he was mad, I mean, I wasn't where I said I would be, I was at a guy's house, you know... He assumed I was lying to him, even though I was just mistaken I can understand that and accept that. I would be fine, if that were all that happened. Here's where the story starts making me homicidal. Ginger gets out of the car after I get in, and goes in to talk to his "parents" who I thought and told her that he lived with his gramma and grampa. Just his grampa was there, and told her that the friend lived in an appartment in the basement. I hadn't told them that because he didn't tell me that. I asked him about it later, and he said he didn't know what his grampa was talking about. Anyways, she asks if we were on the bed or the couch, I said the couch, she calls me a liar and says she's gonna go back and see if he even has a couch, and I say why do you care so much you want to obsess, and we get into an argument. Now, normally when I get into an argument, I'll be the first to admit I take jabs to the opponent's heart. But this was going to be one of those occasions I just let her take her jabs and I sat there quietly. Untill she started calling me a bitch. She said I was acting like a bitch, that she doesn't blame my brother for calling me a whore, that I'm an idiot. I was just saying whatever untill she said "It's really upsetting when your sixteen year old is acting so STUPID". That set me off. I don't care that she was bitching at me, I care that she thinks I'm hers. I've told her time and time again that I'm not, and she doesn't fucking listen. So I went into attack mode and told her I'm not hers, that if she's the closest thing to a mother I've got it'll really suck for me, and yadda yadda yadda. She said some really hurtful things to me, and she has no place to talk to me like she did, I'm not her daughter, she has no legal right to talk to me like that. I think my dad should have been mad at her for what she said to me, because it's not like "mothers" haven't said that shit to me before, she just had to bring up bad, old memories over something so minor....! Anyways. I was fuming by the time we got to my gramma's house, and I went to my room in the attic and started writing on the walls, and then I started spazzing out, the worst it's ever been, and that made me so mad I just let the seizures take over my whole body and I slammed the walls and doorways where there are no walls untill I was bleeding, and then my grampa came upstairs and told me not to destroy his house, so I went outside to cool off, and was breaking tree branches on a tree in the backyard, and then I started pacing and spazzing again, and I broke a lattice and put a hole in the back deck. I broke some solar lamps that were in the ground and threw some cement blocks around. My legs and arms are all bruised today because I just lost it for nearly an hour. When I got done, my gramma asked me what I wanted to do, so I told her the first thing that came to my mind. I'm going to move in with my mother. So she got the phone and I called her and we met up a few hours later (after I'd gotten all the essentials from my dad's house) and we got everything worked out. Now the hardest part will be talking to dad tomorrow at the doctor and telling him... I've never lived with Kris before, but as far as I understand, she doesn't really employ any rules other than do well at school and be back before curfew. I think I can do that... Those of you who pray, pray for me, I don't care which god, just ask him to help me. If you believe in luck, wish me some, whatever you believe, ask it to give me an easy time of it. THNX