I thought life would get better once my father moved out. My hopes were kind of lifted, somewhat. You know, for once, I actually allowed myself to hope.

Maybe Mom will be happier.
Maybe I won't be so f**ked up.
Maybe Mom will stop drinking.
Maybe I'll feel like growing up.
Maybe I can look past all of this.
Maybe Mom won't be so much of a psycho.
Maybe I can move on with my life.

.. Yeah. Right.

Because of the past my mom has lived as well as a 24 hour dose of the Lifetime channel on TV (large doses of which rot your brain, by the way), she's convinced that I'm f**king every man I talk to.

For instance, my best friend Josh. He's been stopping over a bit more than usual lately, slipping me the latest Hellsing manga his brother's purchased from the internet for me to borrow and read. <3 It's the highlight of my week. One night, Josh stopped over really late - like about 10pm. Mom had to get up for work the next day, and she was pretty pissy about it.

No big deal. I apologized, and that was the end of that.

Now, tonight, after she's gotten HEAVILY inebriated, she dares to accuse me of f**king Josh when she's not around. She's skeptical of him because he's a pot smoker.

*sigh*

For f**k's sake .. I'm your f**king daughter. If you don't know me after 21 years of raising me.. that's just pretty f**king sad.

And that's the end of that.