living with my mother, i find i'm reverting to the coping mechanisms of my adolescence. i'm spending all my free time locked behind my bedroom door, avoiding incessant questions and screaming, 'SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!!!!!' into my pillow.
next thing you know, i'll be staying up past my bedtime and looking for ways to sneak booze and boys into my room.
if i end up in jail for killing her, please send magazines and chocolate.
Happy new year
8 years ago
2 comments:
I feel your pain all too well. I promise to come visit you in the pokey.
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