Tell me how an almost fifty year old woman can gear so much rage to a person who is in their early twenties? We get your situation sucks, and we’re sorry. I think you’re pretty damn lucky because you could be in a homeless shelter with no food, clothing, or family. I’m such a fucking idiot I allowed you to come into MY home, and tear it apart. You can think whatever you want, you can hate on my boyfriend, it’s cool. When you start threating him, that’s where I draw the line. I don’t really care if you’re my mother, if you choose to leave my life because of somebody I love, you were never a good mother in the first place. I do have a little newsflash for you though: He’s allowed to come into HIS apartment, weather you’re here or not. He’s allowed to see you, he’s allowed to talk to you. You’re nothing special. He has a job, and a home, and money. What do you have? Nothing. My fuse has been short for a very long long time and I can tell you that if it breaks, you’re going to be sorry.

I really can’t believe it’s almost June. I’ve lived on my own for almost six months. My mom has been with us since February. I hope it ends soon, but it won’t. I have a sore throat and I know I’m getting sick which really sucks.

Just learned Noah named our new kitten after the former lead singer of the Human Abstract.