I'm 17. Play basketball and golf. The little things count.
RIP Mom 8/20/12
It’s the same shit everyday and I’m so done with it. Coming into my room and smothering me trying to get me to do stuff I don’t want to do isn’t going to help. Back off and let me deal with this. I get that you’re trying to help, but it gets to a point that you need to let me be by myself for a while. I don’t need to be seeing you 24/7 when I have other things that I need to be doing. Please fucking stop.
I still love you.