Hiding at the mall after work so I don't have to be exposed to my psycho mother is just a bit too ridiculous at almost age 40, but here we fücking are, aren't we? Not even when I was a kid, did I do this, but I guess as a kid, I had energy for, or at least was stupid about her melodramatics and terrible acting attempts at manipulation. Now, I'm just sickened and now thoroughly uncomfortable in my own living quarters, and don't wish to risk any more exposure to it. So, here I am, hiding bored at the stupid mall, which is crowded with stupid people. Not ideal. At least strangers are less likely to randomly snap criticisms, insults, or start an argument and cryVICTIMcryFakeCrockadileTears at me because I am simply there.
I don't fücking deserve this. I work so hard all day, everyday, dealing with people as it is, being shat on, being disrespected and barked at, and I don't have anyone at all to give me any understanding or comfort after, no cuddle, no kisses, and absolutely no connection or love. Just more of this psycho shït from her.
I'm not bothering you, I am not hindering you, I am not hurting you, ANYONE, not just her. I don't care to strike up useless conversations, and I leave people alone. Why can't people just pay me the same courtesies?