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Right after i posted that last entry and right after i got my tattoo FOR HER, my mother kicks me out of the house. I'm 18...it's about time i move out anyway. no hard feelings, ma.
oh, and one other thing:
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initially, we were fighting because i was online. it was 1:30 in the morning and now she has to sleep sitting up on the couch because of her fibromyalgia, so i was disturbing her. so, i told her i'd go upstairs in a couple minutes and there was yelling and blah blah b;ah...she said now that i'm 18, she doesn't have to let me stay at her house. and i said well, for that exact reason, i don't have to deal with her shit and she can threaten me all she wants. i told her i'd have my stuff packed by tomorrow. or, today. i haven't packed anythng so far because i don't know where the hell i'm staying. i have a trust fund that's open to me now soi can get an apartment and everything, but it's going to take a lot.
next, the tattoo felt amazing. some parts were rough, like around my wrist, but other than that, it was sweet. i'm a little dissatisfied with the way the beak turned out but i'm going to let it fade and have it touched up. i want you to see it. that's one of the reasons i came by your house. i didn't bring the cereal, but i thought about it right as i was turning into your neighborrhoooddd. uhhh i'm going to call you. love.
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