Aww shit...God damn
Last night was amazing. Then...this morning, my mom just happened to be digging through one of my private drawers...how nice of her. Then, when she found something illegal (even though I had forgotten it existed, and haven't used it for months) she decided to call the cops and have me arrested! Lucky me! She said "Probation and community service would do you some good" I talked (actually screamed) her out of it, by convincing her to let me go to drug councelling instead. I have to deal with that...but at least I didn't get arrest. Ooh, and she says I can't see my friends till I "start doing what [I] should be doing" (aka doing what she tells me to). I'm sure that'll help me! No social contact! More time with my mother! Lucky me again! So...just about anything would be better than this. She says she does everything she does "because [she] loves me". I feel like puking. I'm going to run away.