great, so my mom just asked me to pack my stuff and LEAVE. why? just cos her fucking fav son is pissed. its always about him. everything needs to be done his fucking way. and if i say anything.. im always in the wrong. why? im sorry cos im not her fav.

coming home is hell. living hell. staying at my sister's place the past few days was so much better even though my mom was so fucking paranoid about everything.

i hate this place.
get me outta here.

edit// i know how childish i sound. im sick ok. nose been running since morning. growls