So today I woke up to my mum putting my clothes in my drawers at 6 am making lots of noise and glaring at me with disapproval.
I pretended I was asleep and ignored it woke when she left and got brownies I baked yesterday from the kitchen.
Then slept in till noon because my sleeping pattern was disrupted.
I had to cancel my day with Blair cause mum was pissed off that I spent last night with jay and I have a feeling I will here shit about it tomorrow.
I had shit dreams about mum yelling at me saying she saw me hugging jay, I also had a dream that she found out I owned a sex toy and went three the roof I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams and felt like I was on crack.
I hope that was a dream, I need this house.
I can't afford rent.
Did I mention as much as I love my mum, I hate living here.
I cannot stand it I am almost nineteen but get treated like I'm five.