Told my mom about a fight with Busan and now she’s posting Fiona Apple songs on Facebook. Supportive. In other news, I get to spend this evening hashing it out. I feel like jell-o. I want to hang a giant banner across my front door that says, “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU!” and then go to sleep for three days. But I’m an adult now, I guess. Fucking. Fuck fuck fuck fuck you anyway. At least I can say it here.