My mother.
She'd complain about everything that I do and what I like. Then, she'd make up reasons and other s**t about it and claim that her opinion is the actual fact behind it all.
b***h. She has always thought that she knew me well--but unfortunately, if she stays that way, she'll never know me for real.
A moment ago, I asked if I had a photo I could use for my index card, to be passed to my homeroom adviser. She gave me my old photos--and I asked if I could just have a copy of the one on my passport. She gave it. Then, she still kept on looking for more and offering them to me, and I told her that I won't take it. Sheesh! My teacher asked for the most recent ones, not the oldest ones! D:
Then, she complained about how kinky I am and loads of other s**t. Then, she shouted out that she was busy because she was looking for a picture on my demand, that I'll be giving to my old crush. I wasn't for my old crush or recent one! It was for my index card! MY ******** INDEX CARD!! D:<
That's her biggest problem! She's always judging books by their covers. To her, what she sees and thinks is the truth and the fact. What a b***h.
