I might be moving to California in January.
Not quite sure. If mother moves out and stays out like she plans, tomorrow, I will stay, but if not, I am out. It's me or her.
Today mother suggested counseling. I know I need help, like I need her to tell me. She also suggested mother/daughter counseling. Pft, ha! Good one mom.
Mother found out I didn't love her anymore today... For those of you who are thinking, "Oh wow! She doesn't love her own mother? What kind of sick daughter is that? You are such a b*tch." Yeah, well, screw you. Take your words and eat them. Better yet, let me cram them down your throat. I would prefer not to listen to all your complaints like that. I don't love my mother, so what. She tweaked, and cried like mad. I felt some guilt, because she found out the hard way. But, other than that, the rather dark side of me was really pleased and felt accomplished.

In other news, Grandma, mom, and grandpa are holding the whole "moving to Cali" thing against me. They won't do certain things for me any more, they are holding me wanting to move against me, they are ruder, they became harsher, and it's all so strange....

Anyway. That's really it.
I got a new sketch book, yay. Hopefully this one will still stay intact. I went to go get a new binder, one that would stay together since it was that really nice durable cloth kind, it was really cheap, like $10. Grandma flipped out and said she wouldn't pay for shit like that. So she told me to grab the little two dollar ones that I tend to destroy within days. Why? I have no idea...Oh well, whatever she says. They are nagging at me, wondering why I have been so silent and haven't smiled as much....

In other words...I'm looking forward to something sweet later.
I hope I get it tomorrow, but I have to find a way to, seeing as getting it may be a bit difficult... Well, not really, I can already get it, I just have to somewhere quiet.