hell on toast
She’s pmting. its quite scary when you enter a room and her head turns ala Regan. I regret the fact that the nearest church with holy water is a good 20 minute walk from me. Since breaking up with the gf, she has become a recluse, or she’d like to think she’s a recluse. The crew from Darndale have fallen from the pedestal where they sat. They are no longer her crew, she has moved on from them so not hanging with anyone. I do feel sorry for her as teenagers are supposed to hang with people of their own age. Its no wonder she’s miserable when all she has to look forward to is a Charmed weekend on Living?!
She’s still friends with the ex and a couple of her friends as well, so she met up with them over the weekend. Thank god. Yesterday, a black cloud followed her around the apartment as she lounged on the couch. When asked what was wrong, she would just shrug or mumer nuttin. Mammy2 cooked pasta for her as we were heading ou on Date night, but the pasta just wouln’t go down her throat. Strange how crisps and chocolate manage to make their way though.
Whilst heading to the cinema on Sunday night, we bumped into her new friends and she has suddenly got a new love interest. Some girl in the gang of friends. She headed out last night to meet them and hang. Thank god. And it went well, but I know what’s going to happen, she’ll get the girl, go out with her for a few weeks, maybe, and then dump her. I think the best thing that could happen to her is if she falls for someone and they do the dumping. Then maybe, she’ll stop breaking hearts!
Its getting near that time of year where the school uniforms are starting to appear on the shops. Oh , joy, the return to school and the continued oppresion of teenagers, the gospel according to the kid. And lest we forget the results of the junior cert. They should be barrel of laughs.
Just back from meeting with her pysch and apparently things are going so good, she doesn’t have to go again. Her gp can prescribe her pills for her every month and keep an eye on her mood.
I can’t believe its only been 8 months since she was in A&E? It feels so much longer and she’s doing so much better. Whilst her moods are frustrating, at least she’s acting like a normal teenager, moody and making our lives miserable at times!
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She was online to the ex-boyf at the weekend and she froze after typing for a bit. “Oh my god, R had the exact same dream as me last night” I was tempted to ask if it was another dream about Armageddon but decided with her current mood that I valued my life too much.
This empath thing is quite funny, I didn’t realise that empaths can feel what fictional characters are going through? Apparently All dogs go to Heaven was a killer for her?! It took all my energy not to laugh out loud, I didn’t think she’d appreciate it. At least her wiccan stuff we can take more seriously, except when she leaves lists out for us. Candles fair enough, incense, should
be no problem. 12 ears of corn????? When we told her it wasn’t possible, she said she’d settle for wheat. I asked would Weetabix do. She was not impressed!
