I swear to god, if I wasn't raised the way I was, I'd slit my wrists!
But... I'd never do that, don't worry, guys. Things aren't so bad I'd kill myself... no... nothing is ever so bad that I'd resort to that.
I'm back with more bad news.
I can't do it. I can't tell my parents (refer to previous journal post).
Reason being?
Mom came home and told me a rather sad story.
Where she works, when someone has a birthday, the LAST person to have one before them, brings in a cake for the new birthday-person.
My mom's birthday cake bringer... fuck...
She brings in a cake meant for my mom.
And half of it has already been eaten.
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!
It's like my mommy can't get a decent break!
That just tears it!
Tomorrow! I'm gonna go out and buy a big, sugar-free, diabetic-friendly cake, some flowers, and perhaps some balloons! Then, I'll hand-deliver it to her workplace! I'll call out the woman who did this to my mom, then say, "THIS is what you do for someone on their birthday, bitch!" (okay, I might not say it in that manner... as a matter of fact, if I say it sweetly with a smile, that might make a better impression!) and set the cake down on the desk.
If you're going to get something for someone, go all out. Don't get something YOU want, half use it, then assume they'll accept it, goddammit! ESPECIALLY fucking CAKE meant for a BIRTHDAY! GAWD!
GAH! I haven't been this pissed in... EVER! People nowadays can be real monsters!
~yosei~
