It's funny how people are clueless.

I feel abandoned.
My mother hasn't been... around for the last five years. I see her about three times a week... Rest of the time she's gone.
She thinks I don't know where she goes... I know. I know good and well.
My dad's pretty much raised me. It actually feels weird when she's home for more than two days at a time. I can't remember the last weekend that she was home.
And she's doing all of this for selfish reasons. Abandoning her damn kids for her own selfish reasons. So she can have her fucking cake and eat it too.
I don't want to put up with this bullshit. This isn't normal.
And she expects me to fucking keep my grandparents or anyone else from knowing that she's gone constantly. She tells me "They don't ever ask where I go, do they? What do you tell them?"
And i've kept her bullshit every time. I've never told a soul.
I shouldn't have to put up with this.
This is selfish bullshit.

For Mia, even though she DOES NOT CHERISH OUR RELATIONSHIP

See, i'm friends with this crazy bitch named Mia. (She's also my only follower. Hai Mia)
I think Mia and I have a great relationship. I spam her with pictures of lesbians (And someday.. I WILL move on to butch porn. Mark my words.) and she spams me with Alice in Chains or the Beastie Boys lyrics.
BUT. But Mia APPARENTLY does not cherish our relationship LIKE I DO. Therefor refusing to dedicate a blog to her BeSres freiNd 4evA!!1!!!!!!1! Yet dedicating one to our asshole-ish friend Jeric, who's ONLY EFFORT IN OUR RELATIONSHIP IS TELLING US THAT OUR MUSIC TASTE SUCKS.
So HAI MIA. This is dedicated to you sweet cheeks! (I hate you, bitch)

A little introduction

Hi, i'm Amanda. Im from a great little place called Tennessee.

No, i'm not a damn redneck.

I love Tegan & Sara and the Indigo Girls are my obsession.

I play the mandolin.

I have dreams about Pat Summit.

I work at a shoe store.

I play softball.

And i'm batshit insane.

Welcome.