Dear lord.
Mom and I were in the new house not even three hours when grandma calls screaming, demanding to know where we are. So, our first night which should have been filled with junk food and brownies was instead filled with crying.

Fucking bullshit.

Now we're back with my grandma. And I'm feeling so dead. I'll be very surprised if we ever get free of this and if someone ever stands up to the old woman.

I walked into the house and I immediately felt the atmosphere thicken and just smother me. I can't fucking breathe, anymore.

Living here.. I've been falling behind in my school work because nobody will shutup or leave me the hell alone for the few minutes that I need to write a paper. My grandma won't allow me in my room unless it's to sleep because she's convinced that I'll kill myself. And when I get anything lower than an 'A' I'm given a verbal lashing.

I'm tired of not being trusted and having to sneak around. I'm tired of being constantly watched and interrogated whenever I go into the bathroom or downstairs to the laundry room.

It's bullshit that I even have to put up with this. I've done nothing to deserve it.

My mom's forty. I wish she would act like it.