Honestly though, I forgot about this place. Anyways, I had a horrible day. To keep it short, I got invited to swim and stay the night at a friends house. I was told I could go. My mom comes home while I'm cleaning my room, yells at me to do the kitchen. When I go and clean the kitchen, she starts yelling at me about how I haven't cleaned up any of the house and how I'm lazy and so on. Well, as soon as I was done with the kitchen, I cleaned the Brown Room, and went back to clean my room again, but she told me to give up, we were going to dinner, and I can't go to my friend's house.
So This doesn't be a big deal, right? It is. See, ever since Meeting my friends from the internet, I've been having mild depression. She told me I couldn't go to LeakyCon, I got more depressed. And Yeah, I'm getting depressed. (redundancy!) So this whole speil basically made me want to kill myself. It's like 8th Grade all over again.
But anywho, Her telling me I'm a failure is her favourite past-time. I'm better now. Except for the Whole, I need money thing.
