I'm so tired from staying up late just because the paint doesn't dry. I'm so sick of doing it over and OVER again.

Plus, I don't get paid off for what I'm doing. My mom goes to me and stands and observes me while I paint. And then she nods and goes back into her room.

Then she comes out before she's going to work, and I'm sitting there waiting for the white paint to dry and then she comes up to me and observes the quilt again.

Mom: "You know, your quilt looks so dull. It needs colors."
Tammy: "What?"
Mom: "Yeah, its so dull!"
Tammy: "Oh yeah? Why don't you sit there and paint it then. I spent a whole week doing this, and please, at least compliment it or something?"
Mom: "Don't use that tone with me!"

And I get told off. WTFFFFFFFFF.

I'm so tired of this SHIT. I'm doing my English assignment now. I'm so dead. Even my PD/H/PE thing is due. And the friggin' retreat is next week.

DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE

DIED DIED DIED DIED DIED DIED DIED DIED

DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD.

Oh well. RIP Tammy. [Soon anyways]