Moody blues with a swing twist.

My moods will shift in a second. I will wake up fine and then Mommy Dearest will look at me the wrong way or say something and bam! I turn into a super bitch. The super bitch mood is the hardest to snap out of; it feeds on itself really.

At this point, everyone knows I am crazy again and therefore not to be messed with or looked at directly in the eyes. Mommy Dearest made sure everyone who I didn’t tell knew (I’m sure, her favorite past time is blabbing). I told 3 people including her and I’m sure I’m the hot topic in her martyr pity conversations she has with friends. That’s fine, but she needs to get her facts straight when telling my business to others.

Anyway, the point is, if you know I am about ready to crack and I tell you any little fucking thing will set me off, why do you then purposefully get the fuck on my nerves and try to pick fucking fights with your ignorant ass comments? And the kicker, you ask? When we get into a fight and you realize you are loosing to the crazy one you then throw your hail mary play of : “why did you even start this in the first place, Ashley?” or “why are you getting so upset over this, Ashley?” . Mother Bitch.

Did you not hear me when I said I am crazy and my moods are unpredictable!!!!!!!!!!! I am sure you did because random relatives and people are asking if I am okay, offering words of encouragement and telling me not to worry!!!!!!!!