at first i was a little sad that i'm leaving houston again. i got used to it here. but my mom is making it VERY easy for me to pack up my things and get my ass out of here.

1. i can't do my own laundry. just...not allowed to. and she shrinks my clothes and pesters me about what i wash and what i need to wash. shouldn't i be the judge of that? it's my clothes...

2. she freaks out about things like open closet doors. and i'm in the middle of packing. why does she need to come to my room to close my closet door when i'm obviously going in and out of it???

3. she asks what i eat for breakfast, then wonders why the wrapper isn't in the kitchen trashcan...uh...i threw it away elsewhere?

i'm going crazy...someone please save me from this hellhole that i live in.