I hate whining on Livejournal but that's what it's here for...
I need my fucking apartment. My mother is fucking ridiculous. Just because I am making a plan and using resources and figuring shit out and getting away from this destructive environment and doing what she has never been able to do herself, she is taking it as I am just a bratty teenager trying to have a cool place to live. I may say oh man I can't wait for my apartment because it is going to be a party house, but there is so much more deeper down for why I am getting the fuck out of here. I just walked home from Fruitvale and Macarthur. I hate her.