when i got home today, i happened to notice two of my little wooden boxes on the front window cill. i knew at that point that my mom had been in my room going through my stuff, but decided i wasnt going to get pissed, because whatever. (i have a bunch of shit stored in my old bedroom. i also have a really fucking hard time with people touching my shit. like it makes me totally crazy.)
so i came up to my bedroom to put some stuff down, since i had just gotten home from work, and fucking tripped over a pair of flip flops that i havent worn in years, that someone took from the shoe holder that i have hanging in my old room and stuck right the fuck in front of my door.
i am sitting here fuming right now because i cant say anything to her at all without her getting all crazy, but if the shoe was on the other foot, shed destroy me.
i want to scream. a lot. or put my foot through a wall.
ill be out in fucking three months, and so will all my shit. just give me a fucking break.
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