i taste blood.

at the end of the day, i know she is doing her best (my mom, i mean) and i’m doing my best too; the difference is that one of us recognizes the other’s efforts and is also trying to improve to make the relationship better—while the other just acts like they couldn’t be doing more, or showing up more, or even acknowledging that there is still stuff to work on—it’s exhausting.

oh! btw, i went to see my psychiatrist today. he asked why i seemed down and i said that i don’t like taking ubers (i don’t) and my mom laughed and was like “so you were acting like that because you didn’t wanna take an uber?” and i was like “yeah, if someone shoved their fingers in you while you were in one you probably wouldn’t like them either” and she was GAGGED, but why do i have to explain everything? she knows i’m not a bitch; i took the fucking uber, i just wasn’t super excited abt it, but if i say i don’t like something maybe i have reasons????? my psychiatrist was kinda shocked as well and my mom got embarassed and, i mean, i do lover her, but she can be SUCH A CUNT, it’s not like i can sit here and take that bs all the time—people have boundaries and she crossed one of mine.

“no bc i just got 3 hours of sleep and i feel soooo well-rested, like, we literally don’t need more than that, lol”

OKAY? i slept like 12 (only because i HAVE to wake up, btw) and i WILL also take a couple naps given the chance. stay awake if you want, imma REST, BITch.