So my mom decided to give Boo to some random guy her friend knows to prove a point. She has convinced herself I have anti-social disorder. I do not. But she thinks that I can't take the time to grieve or whatever bullshit, so to force me to grieve, she sold him to this guy. I'm going to be fucking racist, but he is a Mexican, and as I recall, Mexican's get goats at this time of year to eat them on Easter. So now Boo is going to be fucking killed and eaten just so my mom can make me cry.
She tried to take everything away, cell phone, computer, so I would just 'grieve' like anyone really fucking does that. So I just locked myself in the bathroom with my laptop. And there you go.
Also, I'm posting this in here so she doesn't think to read it on the other computer.