Turns out my mom got tickets to wicked (arguably my favourite musical, saw it in hs, changed my life, blah blah blah) but shes so good at making me feel so pathetic that rn I'm in the worst mood to put up a front around people and enjoy anything
Its like the excuse of me beung introverted translates into "leave her out of basically all the conversation and then be mad when she feels like udder shit"