I love how my mother criticizes me on everything I do.
I am packing for our trip to socal, and we are going to disneyland for a couple days. So she tells me to bring something to carry my stuff in. So I do, then she tells me it’s not the right bag, so I change it to my school backpack. Then she comes back and tells me that I need to take a different bag. Seriously shut the fuck up and leave me alone. I’m the one who is carrying it, not you.
Then she goes on to say how I shouldn’t bring this, shouldn’t bring that. Dude, it’s my stuff that I am carrying, why the fuck do you care?
I am so over this already.
