I swear to God, I'm pretty sick of this crap. I'm just not going to tell my mom any my of my problems any more. It's pissin' me off. Hell, I shouldn't even try to go out anymore, even though she insists I go out and have "fun" with friends.

Last night, I was about to go over my friend in the first time in about 2 months or more, and I was looking for my contact case. Couldn't find it, gave up, and she said, " What are you looking for?", "My contact case", "Well, why don't you look for it?", "I don't need it, I have my glasses anyway." Wouldn't you know it, it all ended up in a freakin' argument? I ended up getting back-handed across the arm (Which hurt like hell, and getting hit in that area is starting to happen more an more often when we fight) She told I couldn't go out unless I found the contact case, I said, " Fine, it doesn't matter to me. I could get more done at home then I would playin' videogames over at Mario's house." So, I kinda pretended like I was looking for my contact case, and then she says I can go over my friends house, so I do. Who wouldn't say yes to that?

But, what the crap? Even it just happened to tonight, I lost a Presentation contast at County level and apparently now I get my laptop taken away for picking at my thumb and making it bleed during the presentation. Then the conversation dives into the next thing; I lost my favourite jacket at a horse clinic. She flips out on me, saying I don't care about it. Hell, I don't care about it when I know it's probably just in Ken's trailer.

STUPID CRAP!!! Like my self-esteem doesn't already suck. This women, I swear to God WANTS to mess with my head. Now, more and more the push is to wear her type of clothes, and be more girly. She ****in' called me a pig today and a guy. Thanks Ma, I love you too.

I hate the *****...