March 1, 1988

Today is March 1st which means only 25 more days until my birthday. I will be getting my contacts Thursday. Finally I will get what I have wanted for a long time. I don’t know what to write because I had a fight with my mom yesterday and I don’t want to go into detail about what all happened. She makes me so mad I could kill her. She can be so bull-headed sometimes. What her problem is, is that she thinks I am her baby and that I am going to be forever, but I have news for her I’m not.