this is MY life

ok, so i’ve spent a great deal of the day in my room. it’s been so long, in fact, that i played all the way through my favorite songs playlist in iTunes, which is over 7 hours long. whew.

anyway. it seems that i cannot even set foot outside my room for a moment without my mother pressing at me. she either asks me to do something, tells me to do something, or tells me i should do something differently.

it seems like she completely disregards the fact that i spent the last three years living on my own. i’m fairly capable. i don’t need play by play instructions every moment of my life.

we continue to butt heads and it’s not pretty, but i can’t stand this insanity. it must stop.

i can’t wait to have the money to have my own place again. after this experience, the likelyhood of me staying here any longer than necessary is simply out of the question.

i can’t take it. anyone have a room i could live in for a few months?