• person: *doesn't reply*
• me: they hate me
• me: i hate me
• me: everyone hates me

my mom actually just told me that my art isn’t good, and she’s disapointed in the work that i have produced since being at MICA.

what i dont understand is how my 40-something mother has the maturity level of a 13 year old girl.

i say, “i don’t want to talk to you for a while” and i sit quietly at the kitchen table trying not to “offend” her any more but then she comes storming in, picks up my laptop, charger, phone, book and set of pencils (from the kitchen table) and literally throws them into the sitting room. then continues to stomp around the kitchen “tidying up” while banging things, and sighing discontentedly to herself. I honestly have not had a temper tantrum like that since i was 14. she needs to learn how to fucking grow up, and deal with her problems like the fucking old lady she is. 

now she is taking all of my things that i haven’t moved since coming home from college that have been sitting in the laundry room, and throwing them into my bedroom. 

seriously grow the fuck up.

my mother has gotten on my last nerve. because everything is my fucking fault, and she can do nothing wrong. i actually dont understant how she fucking thinks at all. her fucking brain is a piece of non functioning machinery. we will never see eye to eye on anything, as long as she keeps blaming me for all the SHIT that’s going on in her own god damned fucking life. I’m sorry that your life sucks mom, and that i actually enjoy having fun, and you just like to mope about everything and be a fucking ass hole pessemist all the time. i’m sorry that i actually try to see the bright side of a sittuation, when all you can see is the down side. so fuck you, you dont want to help your self, and you dont want to help me. so yeah, fuck you.

my mother is so goddamn annoying it is unreal. where the fuck am i supposed to get a job that isnt too far away from campus, i dont have a car because you wont let me bring mine to school, also with what free time do you expect me to have time for a job. what the actual fuck Jeri? i do noottt have time for a job, or somehwere to actually work.

I just sent my Move Out Request. hah fuck you Asshole Roomates #’s 1 and 2. BUT SERIOUSLY FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. also. i hope you enjoy me taking all the necessities with me. including the pots and pans, cutlery, curtains, twinkle lights, and others. thanks but no thanks!

My room mate isn’t even home and she’s pissing me off via Facebook message.

when your entry to an art group gets declined….

 i worked hard on that asshole….

i really hate fighting with my mother.

but i love telling her how wrong she is about everything. like really, we could not have more different opinions on anything. everything I think, she thinks the opposite, and i’m sick of it. i leave in exactly 83 days and it honestly could not come soon enough.