The Devil's Lair

WELCOME TO THE DEVIL'S LAIR! ENJOY YOUR STAY.

But I did not enjoy my stay. Not one minute of it. Today was insane. The day started out ok and then when my mom called me to take my meds for my fucking, son of a bitch, cunt, jack ass OCD that's when the egg hatched. That's when everything went bye bye.

To make a ridiculously long story short I bring you this:

* I had attempted to drink some Ginger Ale before taking my meds. Some of it went down the wrong way and I choked.
* The glass that I was using dropped from my hand onto the washing machine ( It wasn't broken ).
* I told my mom this and she said "That's ok we have others." So then I asked her "Just like this one?"

And then this convo ensued.

Mom: "Yes."

Me: "Do you know where?"

Mom: "Not at the moment, but I guess I'm such an idiot that I don't know where they are."

**Note: If you read my journal entry from yesterday ( I believe ) then you'll know why the word 'idiot' is in bold.

And then there's yelling and screaming because of what she said.

Me: "I never meant to call you an idiot! It was an accident! IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT!"

And with that I went into my room completely worn out and upset with all of the yelling. I wasn't in my room long before another problem arose: The CFH. So then I got "dressed" and I was going to go downstairs or something to get away from all of this. And my mom said that I can't go out because I'll have no where to go.

And I told her that I didn't care and that I've had enough. So what happened was I would up going out on the balcony instead for a good while.

And when I came back my mom told me that she had called Aileen ( my bbf mom ) to check on me and she did and my mom and her talked for a good while while I had my music on really loud and singing at the top my lungs out of agony. My mom got me cheese and it made me feel better. ^.^

For me cheese is like chocolate. I like both but cheese is my comfort food. Phew! That must be the longest LJ entry I've ever written!