sometimes i am pretty melodramatic. even so, i'd have to say my mother is one hundred times worse. it's like walking on eggshells with her lately. blah blah blah and at the end of the day i still have nothing to say for my ginger efforts except a confused stare and a bouquet of bruised feelings. sometimes i wish my brother would go out and do something bad, just so she would lay off how deadbeat i am for like, half a second. man.