The Stranger In My House

my mother. My dad died when I was 13 and yeah, that sucks. Not the living with my mom, but the dad dying part. I hated him for so long. Not because he hurt or treated me wrongly. Matter of fac

is moment, I'm getting ready to go to class. I have a 'Liberal Arts' class in 30 minutes. I don't live too far from the campus so I don't stay at the dorms. You might probably be wondering what I look like. So story time. One time, when I was like 18 or so years old; I called my mom a bitch. I can't remember why I said that to her but I do remember I was really mad. Like steaming mad. She has never hit me before and I expected that she would. But no, she looked me in the eye and told me I was a 'Basic Bitch'. My mouth was on the floor. Well, not literally but you know what I mean. I gaped. It hurt me. Others would scoff it off but it destroyed my self esteem. So yeah, my feelings were beyond hurt and I didn't speak to her for 11 weeks. We lived in the same house(high rise) but never talked to each other. It was sad. It was depressing. It was crappy. I apologized and she did the same. We have not had any fights since then. We just get each other now. Okay, back to how I look. Because my mom said that stupid comment. I subconsciously carry it around. Even when other girls stop me on the streets to tell me I'm pretty, I always remember her voice. Her cold tone saying 'You're a basic bitch'. So yeah. I have black curly, undisciplined hair. They don't listen to what I say. Somedays they look awesome. Other days, they look...not awesome. Today is one of the good days. They look great! May be a sign that today is going to be a good day maybe. I am dark skinned. I'm also 5'8 and I love love the color blue. Especially baby blue and sky blue. My best friend who h