mom tried to talk to me while i was listening to music. i HATE that. i FUCKING HATE THAT. i went nuts. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa now i feel i can't trust that i'll be left alone when i listen to music so i can't concentrate on it. bad enough my back faces the door and there's no lock. sometimes i wish we could move back to finland.
O, what languages does your son speak?