So, I cooked dinner today, cool. Upon arrival my mother thought it would be funny to pat my booty—told her to stop because I hate it with the passion of a thousand suns. Thus earning battle scratches on my hands and a kicked shin because I told her no. So I skipped dinner like an ADULT. I’m so mature. |:c
♥ Oct 5th at 8PM / tagged: vent. rage. personal crap. I just wanted food. butt pats are evil. / reblog

