victormakesart | (no subject)

I had a couple of interesting conversations.

My mom walked into my room when I wasn't quite dressed. That sparked an argument.
Me: ...!
Her: You have more scars.
Me: Can we talk about this later? Please? I'm. Not. Dressed.
Her: *taking her time* You have a lot of scars.
Me: You wouldn't know that if you knocked.
Her: We need to talk about this.
I should have been more respectful but I was pretty frazzled. On the same note, I think I'm the only person who'd wear a sweatshirt in July. I hope that she forgot that she wants to talk about this.

And with my sister. She was tearing into Joey again and I started yelling at her to back off. I stepped between them.

She said she'd beat the hell out of me if I didn't back off.

I didn't back off.

She didn't touch me.

I'm happy.