this morning mum is in her usual banche borderline personality disorder mood. everything i do is wrong, everything needs yelling bout and i need to move out.  im sick of her, im sick of all of this. one minute shes all lovely, the next shes screaming the place down. ive genuinely had enough of all the crap. enough of her. enough of her screaming. enough of the mood swings. today is a bad day indeed.