Being with my mother just drains me emotionally so much. I can't even be around her for a few minutes without her saying something to set me off. Today I decided to wear shorts. It was hot. My leg is covered in scars, but they are all old. And hey, they are never going to go away, so why can't I just wear shorts now? So my mother asked me to go to the store with her. And so I did. And then she realized I was wearing shorts. And then she started crying and she was like, "Do you know how EMBARRASSING that is for me? I'm taking you home, out some pants on." Its like she's ashamed of me. God I hate her so much.