I was reading through my old journals. This is an entry from when I was a 17 year old high school senior.

My mom and I got into an argument today. She's crazy. I've been sick for the past few days so I haven't eaten anything because I'm afraid I might puke. My mom walked in my room and saw a spot of paint on my wall that was chipped off, and has been there for about 3 years now. She started yelling at me and then she tried to hit me so naturally I blocked her. Then she wouldn't leave me alone so I pushed her into the wall. She got mad but didn't bother me much after that. She passed by my room a few times to yell at me but didn't come inside. She probably won't be messing with me over stupid shit anymore because she knows I can easily overpower her.