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I can't only take so much of my mother each day.

I think she's slowly starting to realize that we can't have a normal conversation about anything. Ever. Today she tried to have a talk with me about chastity. Just right now she randomly went into my room and asked me about Michael Jackson.

I can't talk to her, I don't respond to her. When I do it's when we yell and fight with each other.

I can't stand it anymore. Shoot me.