Vent

Alright, well here goes. My mom is being a psychotic mess lately. She's constantly nagging and moaning on about cleaning and obsessing over our home. We live in a small apartment, I mean, how dirty can it get? I do the best I can to make her life easier, since nothing I do seems to be good enough, and she still cries everyday, I feel there's no point in anything I do. Last week we got into a major arguement over household chores and her never listening to anything I say. She's got this thing where she hears you, but never listens. Talks, but never communicates. Our relationship has become nothing but a cloud of negative energy and its hurting us both. So we've gotten into two fist fights in the last two weeks, each provoked by the same shit. I tell her I hate her, and she tells me I'm not a child, I'm an imbecile that she hopes would just burn in the pits of Hell. I shake it off, no worries. I've only been told it a million times, what's one more put down? She laid her hands on me, atleast she grew some balls. I only strike if you physically harm me first, but she pushed me over the edge. I slammed down the laptop and smacked her a new lip. Now I "need meds". What I need is a mother who'd actually take hers, before she has another breakdown, which could result in her death. Our family's at high risk for heart attack. I fear for her life, but I can't even control my own. Hysteria plagues me these days, I wish I could relax.

Let's sing

If you've ever heard the song "Lying Is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic! At the Disco, then you'd probably know that this is the longest title for a song ever. Besides the point, this song is amazing and I've been singing it all day to a point where it's become repetitive. Also, I just wanted some insight for this emphasis. Would you consider lying more fun, or taking your clothes off? For girls only of course =3
I really can't answer that question for several reasons.

News

I found a condom on the ground today at school. It wasn't open, but simply read "Magnum large lubricated condoms". I suspected it had AIDs written all over it, but I still put it in my pocket for reasons beyond me. It would be a nice edition to the living room wall. |3