Dear Diary,

The evil of the day came in the form of my mother & fathers mental instability and the blinker knob on the car. For about 20 straight minutes I had to drive holding the blinker to stop the brights from showing. This was all before my mom threw a tirade because she could n’t move a desk into the room I’m in. (She’s really mad because she does n’t have power over me anymore.) I’ve spent so much of my life appealing to their interests, and now I’m winning in the way I designed, and it’s a struggle for them. My closeness makes their struggle, feel like it’s mine. Note: when you’re living a falsehood, you’re kinda flailing anyway

Gonna eat vegetarian tacos...🌮🌮🌮🌮😋

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