Well, I just came the closest to a mental breakdown I have in years. Dad got me a phone, but my mom hates my dad (surprise, they divorced when I was eight!), and she found out he gave it to me. We had a confrontation and I just spiralled out of control. I'm sure the entire apartment complex could hear me swearing and bawling, even if the majority of them are senior citizens. God, the only bright spots in my life are my friends (all online, since nobody likes me irl), my dogs, and (best of all) my girlfriend. I just wish that we didn't live five states away from each other. Ya'll reading this, do me a favor and don't post a reply.