Didn't sleep, what a surprise.

Mom. Yes, she can be a total Nazi, and we have our differences, but she is my mother. You only ever get one mother. One real, blood mother. Sometimes she gets on my god damn nerves, but I get on hers to. Being my mom isn't easy. I'm a stubborn bitch, plus some of my genes are inherited from the man who betrayed her. But no matter what, she is my mom, and as such, I feel a special connection with her, one that I never want to lose.

Needless to say, I was petrified when she nearly died last night.

Aaaanyway, I'm late for school-couldn't care less-and I have to get some stuff ready for tomorrow. Bye, readers!