December 25, 2001 | 1:29 AM

I'm strongly considering leaving tomorrow. I have just had the shittiest shittiest day.

My mother couldn't hold out and wait to go insane until after the holiday was over. And it didn't matter that I fucking cooked and cleaned all god damned day and told her to just relax while I did everything. She had to pull a fucking psychodrama and terrorize David and act like a fucking lunatic. I did everyhting. I worked 8 hours straight today and all she had to do was sit back and not be a psychopath. But she took it upon herself (as she does every holiday and family vacation) to pull one of her fucking Joan Crawford with a coat hanger trips (I don't mean that in the literal physical sense. My mother is merely psychologically abusive)

It all came back to me-- how I couldn't wait to get the hell out of this fucking house when I was a teenager. I do a really good job now of trying to just remember all the good times, but being back here for any length of time shoves it in my face-- my mother can be absolutely insane. She is downright fucking abusive. I don't know how she can turn on a dime from being kind and normal to being totally evil and manipulative. I don't know how I got out of this fucking house alive.

I will never ever ever come back here for any length of time ever again. I'm glad I'm writing this down so that if I ever forget just how crazy she is and decide to come back here for a holiday, I can read this and be warned to stay away.

Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. FUCK HER!!!!!