General frustrations, and my specific frustration

[saboonceo]

So yesterday, as I'm riding home with my mom, I spoke (again) to my mom about not wanting to live at home next year. About how ready I am to bust out of this place, find a place I can call my own, live in it the way I want, decorate it the way I want, leave it as messy or as clean as I'd like to, you know, all that stuff

Comments

[le_savant_fou]

aw! poor aleya! well you can always consider my room ur second home, seeing as i'll be here for the summer and next year too.

[pinkskittles_69]

Oh wow.. That sucks! Same with my room, anytime you need it, feel free! I got that sleeping bag still! lol You're always welcome! Mi casa es tu casa!

[offtheball]

Aww res love!

Also, Aleya, write her an angry letter, then burn it. Or shred it, or soak it 'til the ink runs then tear it up like tissue paper and ball it up and dump in a garbage bin outside. Stomp on it a few times first if you want to, just destroy it. Like right after. Don't forget the destroying part.