So. Pretty much guaranteed I'm going to be on the street now.

Mom got angry at me because I told her I don't want to make a pumpkin cheesecake for thanksgiving after she told my sister I would, without asking me mind you, and told me if I was going to be that much of a bitch that I could get out. This led to an argument, mostly based on the fact that she told me I'm not allowed to make things to take to my massage therapy class anymore (I made a pumpkin cheesecake and gluten and dairy free pumpkin spice cake with maple glaze to take to class) and I told her that not only did I not really want to make the cheesecake, but if I wasn't allowed to bake for my friends anymore, I wasn't going to be making treats for her and my sister, particularly when they were demanding it rather than asking. It sort've escalated from there, and I've pretty much got to be getting out, like, now. Now now. So, if I vanish and I'm not responding to comments or posting anything for a long time-well, you know why now. So, hopefully I'll be able to find a place and be working and on soon, so...yeah. If I don't come back because I can't reach a computer or I'm dead in a ditch somewhere, then I love you all, thanks for all the fun we've had.

Even if she suddenly wanted me to stay or something again, I can't take it anymore. The constant fighting, the fear, the threats, all of it-I can't. It's been piled on my whole life and I just want it to stop. The stupidest things lead to threats and fights with her, and I just can't handle it anymore. So even if she relented and would let me stay, I'm still going. I can't take it anymore.

Hopefully I'll be able to be on again soonish-if not, then, here's to the memories.