>mum gets home
>i already flipped the fuck out, forgot to mention my bike's breaks fucking snapped on the trip home
>so i tossed my mum's 7 pairs of shoes down the hallway in sheer fucking SEETHING
>mum gets home, she's flipping out on me
>i'm on the bed, trying to fucking chill out in my underwear
>she keeps going even though i asked her to stop and just let me recollect myself
>reminder this is the same woman that - literally a few hours ago - got mad at me because i was trying to calm my ass down because I felt really fucking pissed
>the camel's back breaks
>i take my knife, fucking flip the thing out and start yelling
>realize that i could get arrested for this shit
>grab my shit, slap on osme clothes, fucking dip
>mom is seething over the fact I took the knife with me
>i walk like 7 miles down one road south, then turn my ass around after 30 minutes of walking because I realize even if I tried I couldn't get a job because "durr corona"
>turn left, go back towards the bottle depot, pick up the bottles
>carry those fuckers another 5 goddamn miles back home
>finally get home, mom and sis were looking for me
i just want to say that I know that my mom is at the very least emotionally dependent on me, I left just to let her cool down because I know I can get away with pretty much anything
>go back home
>mom takes my phone away
>literally just take it back because fuck you
>she does nothing
feels good