So, here I am on the bus. On my iPod. My mom, yet again, destroying what selfesteem I had. I don't understand the yelling and the coldness. I do, however, understand my longing to get out of that house. It kills me. I stay in my room 99% of the time, because I don't want to be around her. She thinks she's all knowing. She thinks she can say
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