I'm torn between punching the wall repeatedly, walking out, or sobbing into a pillow. I really don't care that I'm blabbing about my personal life here, I just really need to write it, because it's cathartic. I know that this is immature, but I have to let it out.
This weekend has been, well, um, SHIT.
So my mother and I have similar personalities.
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