April 12, 1988

The hardest thing for me to do is sit and listen to my mom gripe and complain about anything and everything. I love her alot but she gets me so mad sometimes and I just want to slap her across the face but I can’t help it. She goes on and on about things and runs them in the ground. Sometimes I wish I had a huge cork and a thick rope. I really can’t stand my mom and that’s bad to say but I can’t. If you were me you would understand.