Today I called my mom. I'm going to try and reconcile things. More for my benefit honestly. I want my money, my mail, and my car (I mean technically the title is under her name, but I kissed an engineer's a*s for a discount and paid for it, and paid for anything going into it). She's pretty easy to manipulate. When you're her emotional and physical slave for long enough, she will do the basics like not light your shyt on fire, but when you can't keep that up, she's happy to kick you out now that you're a burden for not being trusted to get your meds after sleeping 10 hours in the prior week and taking her up on her offer to pick them up as she passes the pharmacy on her way home.

I don't know. Maybe I'm being selfish and should just let her keep my mail, do whatever she wants with money that's supposed to go towards my expenses (while I'm in over $50,000 in medical debt for three months of treatment that they want me to go through again for the same disease because it didn't work), and let a car I paid for and kept up with sit in her yard while I walk up to 15 miles a day should I want to go to therapy, go to the library, and get food in the same day.

I started writing again too. Just journaling. More like thoughts that pop up that are fccking hilarious but also incredibly sick, offensive, or both. Thanks creepy, bigoted old men that were in my life from before I could walk until the day I found out my dad died!!