I pretty much have concluded that I hate living with my mom. It wouldn't be so bad if she would get off of trying to know every detail in my life. Ever since I came out to her, she's been having like all this self-blame and thinks she didn't give me enough attention, and that she's not in my life enough seeing as she didn't see it coming, seeing as "this isn't supposed to happen to us, you're supposed to hear about it happening to someone else." It's also annoying to even use the computer anymore, seeing as apparently I'm hitting it up with strange dudes trying to get in their pants on this dating site called smashboards. The best part though, is that she has strong suspicions of me being bulimic, since apparently I am too skinny. Also because apparently I use the bathroom every time after I eat, which obviously means I'm in there self-caused vomiting. Leaving the house didn't help, seeing as she just proceeded to blowing up my phone, and getting my dad involved in how I am so defiant of her rulings, and that I hate her. Don't think I have ever *****ed so much in this thread. This is all just so ridiculously stupid, it's funny. Just wanting it to be the next semester so I can transfer up north away from her, and live on my own in a dorm or something. It'd pretty much be amazing.