I ended up buying nail polish remover today to get the paint off the wall in the living room. It worked out pretty well, but I still had to paint over the whole wall to make sure it looked good. I'm fucking exhausted. Sucks that homophobia isn't that easy to get rid of, though.
Karofsky ended up helping me out. Kinda made me suspicious at first, but I feel bad about that now. He seemed freaked out by what happened.
The thing I've started to hate my mom for, that I blame on the guy she's been screwing, whoever he is - I became it today. Or awhile back, I guess. Kinda makes me wonder if that fucker knows that the woman he's seeing is somebody else's wife. I sure as hell didn't have a clue that Somebody was seeing someboDy else.
I can't decide what's worse, them blaming it all on me or me doing the exact same fucking thing.
I don't know. Fuck it.
I mean, that's all I ever do anyway, right?