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Tuesday, December 8
fuck oh shit fuckk
oh my god im so fucking screwedddddddd!!!!!

For some reason my stupid bank sent my bank account statement to my family's oldest apartment (which is being used to store my mom's thrash instead of collecting a monthly rent of $2500/month).

AND NOW MY MOM KNOWS HOW MUCH I'VE SPENT FROM MARCH TO SEPTEMBER!!!
Which, I admit, is quite a sum.

The freaking bank statement includes all my withdrawals: Date and amount.

"Oh sorry, mom. I spent $600 on my copic markers.

I also bought tons of skincare products, like overpriced soaps from Ohio.. but they're heavenly!

And crafts stuff..

furniture...

I eat alot too...

umbrellas...

guide books....

bedsheets.....

bath towels....."

OK, the only things I regret spending on are the millions of skincare products and bedsheets and clothes! I don't regret spending so much on art stuff because I'm probably going to do art when I grow up anyways.

OK TELL ME WHAT TO TELL HER!!!

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