seriously.

i wish i knew why everything i do is not good enough for my mom.
literally fucking everything.

i'm at my house one night a week,
and i spend the whole time being told that i'm not doing things fast enough, or right, or without bitching.
of course i'm bitching.
when i'm waiting on other people to give me answers, it's out of my hands, i can turn answers over in 5 minutes.


i want to spend nights at home sometimes,
but when i'm here i completely understand why i'm only here one night a week.
and that fucking sucks.