Thumbnail is my babies, Sugar and Spice.
As usual, my mom hates everything.
She hates my dogs, my Guinea Pigs, and she hates me.
About a month ago, while I was cleaning my Guinea Pigs' cage, my mom came into my room. She asked me a couple of questions about them. I knew what she was doing. I glared at her and said, "You're not getting rid of my Guineas. Lay a hand on them, and you'll be knocked out."
She then ignored me and said, "Decide on which one you want to keep, and one you want to get rid of."
First of all, separating Guinea Pigs or having one Guinea is bad for their health. They are prone to loneliness and they love having a cagemate. And, they're sisters.
I started sobbing. I didn't want to get rid of my babies. They've just gotten used to me, and I got attached to them.
Yesterday, as usual my mom was screaming at me and giving me lectures about how I'm not "Responsible enough to do anything," and how I'm "Stupid and not good enough for anything. That's when she said it.
"Oh yeah, I sold your Guinea Pigs."
I'm those people who don't understand something at first, and when time goes by, I start to realize what's going on. When I went into my room, I burst into tears. There was no sound of their happy squeaks, welcoming me home. My babies are gone.
And I'll never get to see them again. Now I'm depressed and I don't know what to do anymore.
I let my mom's words get to me. I really am a irresponsible jerk, who doesn't know how to do anything. I'm a worthless kid who doesn't know what the héll I'm doing half of the time.
I'm lost. I'm not ok.