If I ask my mother for help of any kind, I am going to be guilt tripped and made to feel like an enormous burden.  

I my brother fucks up colossally and costs her upwards of 100,000 dollars on boarding school, and other bullshit.

Circumstance leaves me without a bed and when I ask for help buying a bed it’s a bad time, and I should be more aware of the people I hang out with, because I hang out with dirty street people who give me bed bugs.

When I asked her about her vacation when I was writing an e-mail she snapped at me and told me to relax.  

I feel like I am too old to be feeling this kind of angsty toward my mom.

I have been on my feet for way too long, and I was not about to keep standing there getting told I am a bitch by my own mother for trying to talk to her about her vacation.  

I don’t give a fuck, tomorrow I am sleeping on the floor in my own apartment.