I don't have many pleasant things to type this morning, or afternoon if you prefer. I have nothing happy at all to type. M and I fought last night. She was drunk. I was disrepectful and heartless. Cold and comdemning. I am a horrible human being. M has stated this so clearly. I am definitely moving out once my refund check comes in. I'm no longer staying here trapped with my guilt. I am the world's worst daughter. She regrets ever having me. I regret her having me too. Nothing will be the same after this. Nothing. It will all be different and lonely. I don't care anymore what happens to her. I just don't care. I typed a wonderful entry yesterday, but like usual when I forget to copy it, it was unfortunately lost into cyber space. Oh well. These things happen. A list of things to pack: Some CD's. 3 Pair of Jeans. Underwear. Socks. Notebooks/writings. Money Jar. Journal. Some angels. J's Angel Necklace. Hmm.. I'm not sure what else to take with me. I need to find a place first. Things to do: 1. Find job. 2. Save money. 3. Get refund. 4. Find place. 5. Make sure there's a route to school. 6. Get help moving. 7. Finally move. Well this seems easy enough. I just have to stick to it. I'm not going to give in this time. I've made my mind up, it's time to get out while I can. I won't give in this time. I won't. Done for now.