Messages from my mother

I've come to realise that I am not keeping this blog so anyone will see it, it is here purely for my own sake. So I can look back and view my memories as they were when they were made; so I can learn from past mistakes; so I am never the mother mine was.

These are some messages I received today and I don't know what they mean, even now:

Mum: "I love u and always will. I hurt and probably always will. Not that anyone gives a shit. No one makes it any easier"

To which I replied: " I care mum, but you have said yourself that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I love you, there really  isn't much more I can say"

Mum: "Nope nothing to say apart from u have all the pretend family who really don't give a shit. Fake as. As long as u r happy that's all that matters. One day u will know more."

Mum (again): "I will always remember the little girl crying because she was so hurt and me living in fear I'd loose my kids or they'd be harmed. When ur a mother u may get it. Just goes to show u can be the biggest Arsehole in life and get away with absolutely everything."

If anyone who happens across this actually understands this, please explain it to me, it would be really helpful for me to know.

Thanks

Pure Stupidity

My eyes slowly drifted open.
I stretched knocking this off the bedside table.
Rubbing my eyes I reached to pick my phone off the floor.
Time: 8:00.
Crap! I was late for school.

I jumped out of my bed (literally) searching frantically for any traces of my white school blouse. Screwed up in the laundry basket. Fantastic. I stretched it out, trying to iron out the creases with my hand. Yeah, fail. I shrugged the shirt over my shoulders and examined myself in the mirror. Too creased. Damn. There had to be an iron around here somewhere. After rummaging through the laundry cupboards for a solid ten minutes, I found it sitting my the fire place. And it was dirty. My father had been using it to try to peel the ugly, old wall paper off the wall. I hate that man sometimes (not really). Screw it. I was going to iron anyway.

Another glitch, no ironing board. No dining room table. Damn this whole moving in thing! Oh, I know. I have a brilliant idea. Why not use my plastic school folder as a board? So I plugged the iron in, sat on my bed, wrapped my shirt around the folder, placed the folder on my lap and proceeded to iron my blouse. Turns out the whole plastic thing wasn't the issue. Ironing on a folder was far harder than expected. I pulled the iron back, it slipped of the folder and ended up on my leg, leaving a 6 cm long, 2cm wide triangle on me leg.

I am such a smart child!

My friends had a field day with that one. I wish I had a camera so I could take a photo and attach it. So you can all laugh at me too (If there is anyone present). Laugh at me, I like making people smile. If there's anyone out there, what stupid things have you done recently?