I don't really ask my mother for much.. but usually we make jokes about expensive things. She knows what I really want.. it's my freedom.. I'm a 19 year old prisoner of my mothers hold. How is that possible you may ask? Well.. easily.. I have a heart.. a little to big for it's own good if I might add. She can guilt me in to giving her my liver if she said the right things. And unfortunately she knows what the right things are to say to me...
All I wanted was to go to Brandons house for about.. a week.. Thursday till Tuesday.. Right after christmas.. I feel shattered and torn due to the fact that what little I want.. I never really get.
My dog Max was almost given away today... I made a promise with the devil herself(mom) That I would take care of the dog.. and when I officially move out.. I'll take him with me to my apartment and what not. So I still have my dog. YAY!..right? Damn he pisses me off at times..
okay.. so my back hurts and it's like 6:43 am.. so I think I'm just going to click around on the gaia christmas event thing for a little while and then wrap my sisters present for the holidays..
MERRY
CHRISTMAS
CHRISTMAS
