Well ok I hate these things so here goes nothing....
My name is Emmy.
I love music, all music, its my life.
I'm an artist, I paint.
I am the kind of person who allows my self to trust and love way to easy.
I get hurt, alot.
I have been hurt in the past.
If i seem quiet and distant its because its easier for me to protect myself that way.
I cut for 2 years, quit for 4, cut for like a month, and stopped again going on 5 months now I think...
Well thats all I think needs to be known about me... :)
So
I cooked dinner last night... then I went to
bed.
I
wake up this morning to find all the leftovers still on the
stove, so when I call my mom to ask her a question I bring up the
leftovers this is how the conversation went...
Me:
You didn't put up the leftovers....
Mom:
I know.
Me:
Why not?
Mom:
I didnt know if you were finished eating.
Me:
I went to bed.....
Mom:
Oh well it made you sick last night anyway.
Me: I
was gonna eat that for lunch today.... Now I'm gonna
starve.
Mom:
You won't starve, there is peanut butter.
My
mother I swear. If I don't put up the leftovers after she cooks
the world ends, but she doesnt do it and its no big deal, seems
slightly unfair if you ask me. And it never made me sick, I just
got a headache. She just blames it on my cooking. Oh, and I don't
like peanut butter!!!!!! Well some times its ok, but
still.