But now I'm home, and boy do I have something to fucking say.
My mom has been on my case since I got home. The main thrust is that somehow, no matter what I'm doing, it's not enough.
Helping around the house? Not helping enough.
Working at my internship full time? Not enough.
And here's the real bitch: 16 hours of class at Tech? NOT ENOUGH. I SHOULD BE TAKING ENO
I think you can see the flaw in her logic there. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I'm sorry I can't summon good grades out of my ass. I'm sorry that I know damn well a workload like that would destroy me. I don't care what she says, I'm NOT FUCKING DOING IT.
And then she has the gall to ask why I don't want to talk to her!