My mom’s full of shit. She doesn’t realize how much my friends help me and everything is always someone else’s fault in her mind; she can’t ever be to blame. Ugh, I especially hate it when she tells me my friends never do anything for me when she doesn’t know to be able to say that. That’s it, I’m fed up, I’m going back to bed. I wonder if she realizes why I sleep so much, especially when she bitches a lot.
Goodnight everyone. Sweet dreams.