Last night my mom and I had a fight. I'm an idiot, because sometimes I think I might actually be able to make my mom understand how I feel about my life. I told her how angry I was, she didn't really get it, but at least she got that I was pissed in a way that won't go away overnight. Its not like I want a lot from my mom, she's just really the only parent option that I have, and somewhere inside me there's still enough of a kid that I still need a parent.

And I realized something last night about my mother that I'd never understood before: since the moment I was born, she's been preparing for me to leave her. And when I got to be a teenager, she got fucking scared about it, and she left me. Not physically, but emotionally she hasn't been there at all since I was 14. The crazy thing about that is I do the same thing. It would appear I am more like my mom than my dad after all.

In other news, my car was broken, but we took it in and its a no big deal problem, so my life does not totally suck. Also, my friends are amazing, and I feel like I should remind everyone that they should be jealous of the great people I know.