Me and my mother were arguing the whole day, because she wont stop coming into my room and 'cleaning it'.
Don't you hate when their clean means your dirty?
She threw out a load of loving stuff I needed for my computer, and when I told her to stop coming into my room and moving my stuff around, she goes all sad and says that she wont do anything for me any more, such as defend me in my times of need, clean my clothes, etc.
I told her to cop the forget on and get out of my room, and then she goes down stairs crying.
I loving hate women.
And if that isn't bad enough, my dad's supporting her and her loving bullstuff.
I've never liked celebrating christmas, and don't think I ever will.
