Fuck it all.
Yep, so it's first February in here which means my uncle would have been 55 if he hasn't died in September. Yep, since yesterday I felt kind of depressed. I had hysterics in the morning, because I had microbiology exam today as well, I failed it on Monday, so this was the second attempt. Yeah, I passed, even got B (yeah, miracles do happen
Instead of celebrating? I'm going down from my drunk high being pissed off like a motherfucker.
So I had hysterics in morning. So I was depressed and cried. Still passed the exam and one stupid remark in TV made me cry, because it made me think of my uncle. And my bitch of a mother? Just scolded me, yelled at me and made a total fucking bitch out of me.
What the fuck???? I really tried hard not to break down in front of her these past four months, not even cry if it was possible...and one time I really can't help myself and actually start breaking down? She just tells me off.
Well I'm over of what little sorrow I have about my relationship with my mother. Yes, she's my mother and I love her, but she is the last person I would come to with a problem, sadness, depression. She just disregards it like it's just nothing!!!
Yep, now, instead of depression, I am fucking pissed off. Putting Sick Puppies on the highest volume possible always helps in situations like this. I don't actually know whether to thank her for ridding myself of that fucking depression (rage and anger came instead) or hate her that much little bit more. You can always hate only the people that you care about so much...