mom:
you never do anything right i do for you all day long and you do nothing for me but stress me out you are so out of control you are grounded if you think you had no life before you just wait i cant believe you treat your own mother this way get out of my sight
"Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into wash just like watery ink on paper"- Sayuri Nitta; Memoirs of a Geisha