What the fuck.
Okay, so I guess "we're" going to New Jersey for Thanksgiving, but I don't want to go. Mom says "You're going blah blah" and I think she threatened to kick me out of the house AGAIN. I am so sick of this shit. I don't have a say in anything I do. I can't offer any opinions or I get yelled at. I'm not a little boy anymore. I deserve better. I'd rather live in the cemetary down the road, haha. At least I can talk to those people there without feeling like I'm worthless. They don't care what I have to say either though...'cause they're dead. But oh well.