@3:27pm i have to work in about 30 minutes. i don't want to go...i don't feel like dealing with pedophiles, nemphos, and rapists tonight. i'm actually afraid to go to work. i have a lot of shit going through my head right now, that i can't sort out and i can't talk about. somehow it always starts and stops with my mom. i don't understand why she won't let me be 17. one minute, we will have the best daughter-mother relationship, and the next I am telling her to burn in hell. she really just cannot help herself. she thinks she is me....she needs to stop trying to fix me. i'm not broken. yesterday, i got my hair cut. i guess i like it. I just don't like my hair curled under reallie, but o well atleast i don't look like i'm 12 anymore. fuck i need to start studying for finals.... and i need to learn to knit for market day. fun fun. i am working christmas. thank god. i don't want to be with my family on christmas. i hate christmas. the meaning is completely lost this year. all anyone cares about is how many gifts say their name under the tree.