I love AJ. So very much.
And now I'm not allowed to see him ever again b/c I came home "late" last night (9 PM, on a FUCKING SATURDAY) and my mother got all pissy because she doesn't like me going out to see AJ as it is (she reverted to her intolerant, bible thumping ways), and the fact that I was out "late" in the evil, sinful city only makes it worse.
And then, she had the nerve to ask me if I knew the kind of suffering she goes through. Suffering? How does she suffer? By having a faggot for a son and having her idealistic family shattered? By knowing she'll never have grandchildren? By being convinced that I'll burn forever in a fictional torment?
She doesn't even know half of the suffering I gone through, and still go through. Fuck, she doesn't even know a goddamn thing about me because she doesn't bother to listen to me. And I never bother to talk to her because she always criticizes me.
I miss AJ. I want him to hold me and never let go.