April 16th, 2002



As if my life wasn't as fun as it could be I've had a rather large fight with my mom.. it was a pretty damn nasty one... and I think it'll take a while for us to recover from... I said some very nasty shit.. but so did she...

She Needs to know that if she starts a fight with me when I'm running on empty I say shit that either I don't mean. All I wanted was sleep and I was quite deprived at that point.

I've been reduced to eating MRE's instead of whatever else.

If You ever read this, I'm sorry mom... but you said some nasty shit.. so did I... You've said the love of my life can't come over any more and that's fine.. we'll find a way around it... but if you want to keep things the way they are... fine... but you'll see what happens... and I guess like you said... It's not a threat.

Hell... I threatened to kill myself and all you did was to tell me I didn't have the guts... Jesus... think about it mom.. How fucked up is that? how does that make me feel.. Understand now why I said the last thing I said?