i am so fucking pissed off. i hate my life and everyone around me. i had to spend the entire fucking day cleaning. and my mother's standards are completely outrageous, so of course i was like never finished. i just finished twenty minutes ago...and even then she's like...well its an improvement. so i'm finally free. barely tho. and all this time i was worrying about so much shit, and it doesnt even matter to me anymore. im worn out dude. i mean, i dusted, vacuumed, picked up all the shit in my room--which is alot--i have a very messy room, cleaned out my closet, fixed shit, picked up the house....etc. and all this i was doing while running around frantically to get it done quickly. which was utterly pointless since my mother didnt think i spent enough time to do a thorough job. DAMN IT. if she keeps pushin me...i swear im gonna pull a lizzie borden...she's just ASKING for it. i loathe this day. and valentine's day is in less than a month and i want to die because i will be alone ONCE AGAIN on that troublesome day. damn hallmark.