Sometimes I wonder. . .

Last night my mother broke her ankle. It’s a complicated story to understand, and I still don’t get why this happened to me, but heres how it goes.

I had a couple friends over and we were just hanging out in my basement crackin’ jokes and havein’ a good time. A glass accedentally fell off a table and mashed on the ground. So we cleaned it up and threw it out. I go upstairs to get some paper towel to clean up the water and I find my mom sitting on the couch. She sees me and started to scream at me for making her break her ankle. She fell down the stairs a couple minutes before the glass broke. I sent all my friends home early and she started to scream at me again.

“Why are you so Irresponsible! How come you never help me out!” Are some of the things she screamed at me. You don’t exactly know what to do when you get yelled at for something you didn’t do OR was even around for. So, My Brother was going to take her to the hospital and get some crutched or whatever, but before she left (I have a First aid Degree thing) she asked me to check if it was broken, all I said was “Fuck you.” And went to my room.

I mean, what the fuck? I don’t get how any of this was my fault! It pisses me off that she thinks everything is my fault, SHE is the major cause of my depression, SHE is the reason all my friends don’t want to hang out with me and they all agree that she is a total *****. Sometimes I wonder to myself why I’m not already dead. Sometimes I wonder if I was a mistake and they just want me to kill myself so there’s one less mouth to feed. Sometimes I wonder. . .