Toucha my face don't toucha my face.

"I forced myself to get up. I probably could've slept the whole day."
"Okay."
"Hungry? Want Changs?"
"Sure."
"Brush your hair?"
"Stoppp."
"Why do you gotta do that."
"I don't touch your hair."
"You're my child."
-Mother & I.

So basically I was playing with my own hair and I got the FEELING I just knew she was going to do the same thing. She always takes my hair from in front of my shoulders and put it in the back of my shoulders. EVER SINCE I WAS A KID!! And she still does it! I'm old. I'm older now. Is she gonna do that in a few years when I'm 30 still?! I do not appreciate, nor have I ever.

I don't understand why me being her child gives her the right to play with my hairrrr. I don't think people get how uptight I am about people touching me. It makes me uncomfortable, I don't like it. I've just gotten used to hugs. The other day was the only hug I've ever honestly had. It was weird, but it was nice. My friend kept touching my leg yesterday, not like that though. It was odd though.

"You're touching my leg."
"Sorry."
"...You're still touching my leg."
"I know."

and that went on for about five minutes.

Agh. It just bothers me and I had to vent it. :)

I have those sunglasses, but in pink.