why must I have these emotional breakdowns so often? and why must they, at least 99% of the time, be based on blowing up at my mother? Tonight it was based on stuff she initially did, but was blown out of proportion by my mood that was influenced by other things...friends choosing to do something after they had already made plans with myself, my boyfriend making plans with me and then calling me to tell me he's going in to work. All I had to do was reorganize my room to make it somewhat beneficial to me, but mother had to try to have her little say. I told her she had helped enough, but did she stop? no. And then the staring, from outside the doorway saying you're doing it wrong. And I really don't need that right now.

At least I have my newly-acquired Beach Boys songs to help me through the night.