So every wednsday i go to youth group
in that thing there’s a kid who i’ll call Taylor swift. She makes paper dragons too so every week i bring one of mine and she brings hers.
This little girl who i’ll call Beyonce, annoying little shit that i dislike but respect and wouldn’t intentionally be rude to. I made beyonce a dragon last week and brought it to her this week. I ran out of yellow (FUCKING SHARPIES OMFGREILKRWFIOKRF) So it was one-sided. She LOVED it and didn’t give a SHIT.
On our way home my mom was yelling at me that my dragon that i brought to show to Taylor swift was ‘too scary’. Beyonce didn’t think it was scary. Beyonce’s sister didn’tthink it was scary. Beyonce’s little 4 year old brother didn’t think it was scary.
also the images they show sometimes for educational purpouses show like burning sheep and dead bloody corpses.
And how i brought a ‘half ass dragon’ for Beyonce even though she loved it.
I Also i told Taylor swift i was going to kalahari with 4-H and invited her.
at the door mom was SCREAMING at me that i shouldn’t have let her know without us actually knowing she can come.
I start having a panic attack, I’m crying so hard i’m struggling to breath or talk, and my moms like ‘i can’t fucking do anything right, i might as well fucking MOVE OUT’
as my dad says ‘can’t you just calm down?’
dad helped me calm down, i still am not breathing normally now, will break down at anything, and moms a little calmer.
my mom is a fuggin angry t-rex when mad
and she gets mad often.
also i wasn’t crying that bad in the car but as i sniffled up the steps she was like ‘WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING’, still mad and keeps yelling.
I love my mom but
don’t you think we’re going too far?
also i NEVER had a panic attack before. I thought i was gonna suffocate. I thought i was gonna die