Well. Life fucking sucks but I'll get over it. I had a HUGE blowout at home and the end result was me making the difficult decision of moving out. No, I'm not kidding and no, this isn't something that'll blow over. In the first two thirds of the fight I didn't have a choice in the matter and had to get the fuck out by the command of my mother and never come back. In this space of time I'm shoved into my damn dresser and knocked to the floor like, three times before I can make it out my bedroom with a pair of jeans in hand. In the end it was a question of either staying beneath her roof with her rules and fucked up morals or to move out and live with Anne Marie.

Anne Marie wins hands down. Ha.

What's funny is that the whole fight started because mom was convinced -I- lost her check card. I'm willing to swear on every fucking kind or religious relic and tool that I gave the damn thing back to her a literal WEEK before. Nope. She wouldn't believe me and claimed she never had it and couldn't have lost it in that span of time because she never went anywhere. My argument - you don't have to leave the house to lose something.

But what do I know? I'm only 18 and have no sense of responsibility or good judgment.

-rolls eyes-

So yea, I live with Anne Marie now. :3 Horrah.

Unfortunately a new battle begins. The battle to get my sketchbooks and books from my home. According to mom, I'm not allowed to have anything but my clothing because nothing else belongs to me. It belongs to my room. Which in turn belongs to her. >_>;; Okay, but my SKETCHBOOKS?! That's crossing the line. I don't have anything right now but one sketchbook [that Alyson smuggled out in her purse, bless her], my bathroom utilities, and a trash bag full of clothes.

Not to mention my poor tablet!! D: My poor baby is all aloooone without me. -crrryy-

WE SHOULD ALL LOVE because I fucking said so.

4 EVA. x3