i was so excited to be back in california.. and when i get home and go to my room, my room isnt.. exactly my room. if you know me well, and most do.. youd know my room is a organized chaos. i know where everything is, it just looks messy. it felt safe, lived in, and mostly SAFE!

well my parents decided not only to make me leave home for a month in texas, not bad i could live, but then clean every inch of my room, moving all my shit, changing it. i walked it, and i cried. its not my room, it is not safe. this is bullshit. i am soo fucking pissed. who comes home to place that doesnt feel like home? what, why.. why would they do that.

i cant even find my trash can… thats how pathetic this is..