Hate Myself

Idk if this has happened to anyone else, but I remember a specific point in winter <- (important later) that my mom walked into my room, and simply said "what are you watching"


and before I could answer she asked to see the hand that was under my blanket (keep in mind it was winter, it was cold as hell. and at the time I had a huge ipad so I had one hand out of the blanket to hold my ipad) and the moment that I gave her my hand she looked at it and I kid you not... she sniffed my hand, and then just walked away like nothing happened.


just me? okay...