Hello everyone. This is Refried. My mom is slamming doors right now because I threw away a Starbucks cup with a little bit left in it. It is because they gave me a grande because I asked for more milk.  I will need to explain that to my mom. I have to explain things about most things that I do but she has been better for this trip so I am not going to just list every little thing which is the whole point I am trying to say. I mean every single little thing is questioned or defended.

I need to throw away some more trash from what I cleaned yesterday.  I am going to the mall to see a friend that she would want to know about but I don't know if I can tell her because she would freak out. It is my friend from when I went missing at Bellevue.

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I told my mom about my friend and she was reminded of old times but I felt that she should know and be happy that I am still friends with that person.  

My mom deserved for me to be mentally ill and have a life that devastated her.  People say wow that is such a horrible thing to say but my family made choices in how they treated me and God did not put up with it.