Time is a vortex

Time passes by bit by bit, I’ve called the same three people at least 40 times today and gotten each of the numbers to to pick up once, both of them house numbers so neither of them being the people I wanted to talk to, I asked for a call back. Waiting till now I finally decided, I’m not getting one. I instead got several calls for other people in this house in which I did not mind recieving and telling them the information. And in that amount of time I have a mother who won’t stop talking about a friend of mine and why she won’t come over tomorrow.

Telling her the truth in which gives me a smacking verbally. My mother now will not talk to me, and she says I take pleasure in giving other people pain, yet she would not shut up about this person which gave me nothing else to talk about other then to listen to her complain while she kicked my ass at wii games because she spends more time at them then anyone else in the family.