A lifestyle/travel blog of a writer and a dreamer.
Chirstmas was...plesant. My mom behaved and didn't make me feel bad as much as she had the day before. She just gets that way sometimes and I don't think she realizes what she's saying is hurting me super bad. Oh well, what are you gonna do? But if she keeps pulling stuff like this, I'm just not ever gonna visit when I get older. I'll stay on campus over breaks or visit with other people's familes.