my mom doesn't seem to trust me. she seems to always have to second guess me. she always asks me questions. always ask why i do something. why i wanna go somewhere. who i'm gonna be with. why can't she just trust me? i won't do anything wrong. i have my own priorities that i have set for myself. and i'm going to keep them. no matter what happens. i'm not going to go against it. like i had taken one of lance's picks, and she asked me why i have it. i just wanted it. is that so wrong. and then yesterday when we were goin to church, she got mad at me. for no reason. i guess because i asked for gum? i mean i really have no idea why she asked. and then she was lookin at my shirt, saying it was like too short or something. i don't fuckin kno. whatever. eh, done for now.