So for reasons that escape me now, I agreed to go to on a trip with my mother this coming weekend.

I was in a hypo-manic state when I agreed, and now that I've been thinking about it, I'm starting to become terrified about the situation. A whole weekend. With my mom. I must have had a brain fart when I agreed to it. It's not like I can get out of it either b/c she already reserved a room.

So there's going to be about 50 straight hours, including 4 hours there and back. That's more time then I've spent with her in the past 10 months. Hopefully, I will be able to get some alone time, or be around other people. She tends to act properly around other people.

What was stupid of me, was to agree to go where we are going instead of to the beach, to see some of my dad's side of the family. Then at least I wouldn't of had to stay with her, b/c I would've stayed with my cousin, and she usually stays with my Aunt.

The more I think about it, the more it freaks me out. I feel the need to hide under a rock until next Monday, so she can't find me.