Screw being a teenager.

You're not quite a kid.
You're not quite and adult.
You're not responsible enough to talk for yourselves.
One day your friends are the greatest people, the next you want to greet their face with a sledgehammer.
Who am I talking about specifically? Who else but the same two fucking people I always find myself writing about in this blog when I really shouldn't care at all.

After last nights post I made, I did write a letter to Panda which was both truthful and to the point. Do I get a response? Yes. From Panda? No. I get a fucking letter in my letter box this morning in response to my letter TO PANDA from PANDA'S MOTHER LEAH.
When my mum told me that, I just about lost it. Why the fuck can't that bitch just stay out of my business, as well as her daughters. That was my initial thought... but then I thought to myself "well, obviously Panda hasn't got a problem letting her mum deal with confrontation of any type, and she didn't even have the balls to tell me to, at the very least, piss off and leave her alone."

So now Leah wants to catch up with my mum and I "for a cuppa" and sort out the problems. She does not, however, wish for Panda to be there because Leah" cannot afford to have her daughter turned against her." - Bollocks to you and yours, missy.

Mum and I have talked it over angrily and agreed that the pair of them are a pack of toss-pots but we will catch up for a cup of tea at a cafe somewhere. I've warned mum though if things don't get to the point, I will probably go off my nut at them. If it all gets sorted, that's fine, although at this rate I really don't care. If things don't get sorted, I'm saying whatever is on my mind at the time and they can swallow the truth, grin and bear it.

Fuck being a teenager.