I fucking love it when I tell mom smth like "you do this and this and it's unpleasant" and she's like "I DON'T DO IT AND NOT DOING IT NOW", and you're like "maybe, yeah, maybe not now, just talking from experience, cause you do it a lot", and she's "I'M OFFENDED NOW I DON'T DO IT".

Right, mom. Right. It's just my imagination. You were not the reason for all my complexes and anxiety that I had to deal with myself. And am still dealing with.

I hate myself during PMS.

Mom came to visit me. I got sick the day before.
Just my luck.

When will I stop being such a crybaby?

Moms are weird. Sometimes they make it so much harder on you, and sometimes so much easier.
Like today, while we talked, she managed to do both in an hour. Ridiculous.
But I believe, I know that everything is going to be alright. With my life, with their life. We deserve it. And all of us will be finally happy.

Until shit hits the fan again. But at least we'll have a break.