May 14
My mother..
. woke me up at 5:40 this morning.
Correction - my mother stormed into my room at 5:40 looking for her fucking comb.
Why do I have any idea where her fucking comb is? Because she always puts it back. And I‘m the only other one who would use it.
Where was the mysterious fucking thing? On the bathroom floor next to the sink.
I am livid.
Did I get an apology for being awoken or for being yelled at or did she admit I was right? Fuck no.
