today was good until my mother came home. i tried to help out today and fold clothes for her. but nope, she comes home and screams at me for doing it. i'm sick of her always yelling at me for the shit i do. honestly, i'm pretty good compared to some kids i know. i'm not into drugs or shit, i'm doing decent in school, and i want to do something with my life. thats way more than a lot of people i know can say. i apparently do nothing right, and my mother thinks that i'm doing drugs. last week when i went into the emergency room, the first thing she asked me was "what drugs are you taking to make you sick?" the first thing. and yesterday when i got sick and threw up, she asked me what drugs i'm taking again. i'm fucking sick of her shit. honestly i can't deal with her anymore.
i can not wait until i go to college, i swear i'm going as far away as possible. i want to be away from everything and start again. i'm so over everything.
all i need in my life is danielle and moles. and i frankly don't care about anything else right now.
which is a complete lie.
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