I had been sleeping in my moms room, it was the only thing that gave me a sense of comfort. Like a 6 year old who had a nightmare about the boogy man I ran to my moms room.

I knew she didn’t want me in there anyway from the first night. I even started to sleep on her floor. It’s like who wants a 17 year old acting like a child right?

Tonight she asked me “why I bring my negative energy into her room” and kicked me out.

I don’t think anything has ever hurt me like this. It’s almost 3am and I’m sitting in the middle of my room with all the lights on like some kind of maniac. 

It’s ok though, I don’t think my time on this earth will be much longer.☺️