anybody got an empty couch?
she doesn't want me to move out so i'll just stay in thie hell-hole for fucking ever. living here makes me miserable, but my mom doesn't like my choice of roommates so she doesn't want to talk about it. i try to make her and she asks me why we have to talk about it everyday. i told her the only reason i bug her about it everday is because she NEVER WANTS TO TALK ABOUT IT! she doesn't understand how depressed i am being here. living here makes me feel worthless and i don't want to feel worthless anymore. she's till pissed off because of something that happened sunday night. something i've already apologized for, but she says i haven't. why can't she just understand that i'm 18 now and i want to be treated like it. because then she wouldn't have power or control. i swear she wants to see e fail. maybe NYU is a good idea. i'd get what i want: to be out of the house. and she'd get what she wants: a way to still hold power over me. the bitch. i'd rather be dead than live here another day.