My mother is a vicarious creature. She enjoys feeling young, and hip, and stylish. Alot of the time I dont mind it, I figure it is just something that mom does. But sometimes I want to grab her face and shake it and scream "YOU ARE NOT YOUNG, YOU ARE OLD, GET OVER IT." But I dont. She makes me feel old sometimes. I still love her, and I like her a hell of alot more than I like my dad. Everyone irritates me in some form or another. Last night felt like a dream. Tossing in my bed, the heat soaking me, stumbling to the window and looking mournfully out into the hot night. The dreams I had were violent, and bloody, and made me cry. I still feel dizzy. I am selfish.