My Mum will never admit she’s wrong. It’s doesn’t matter what it is, she will shift the blame on someone else. I asked her to take my piano music to work with her to photocopy because I have a lesson tonight and my teacher said he really wants the book back. I can’t do it at home because ours doesn’t work.
She comes home and she hasn’t done it, so admittedly i’m pissed, because I told her I really really needed it done. We’re both really short tempered with each other, and 90% of the time we’re arguing, but I wasn’t being unreasonable. And suddenly it’s my fault that the photocopier doesn’t work, and my teacher gave me the music and that when I was 3 I drew on the rug and that children around the world are starving and there’s a recession and the whole world is going to end all because of me.
She has now literally thrown all my maths notes into the music room, which is going to take me ages to get back in order. That was after she threw my pencilcase and calculator at the floor. If my calculator is broken I am so fucked for tomorrow.