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April 16, 2008

I honestly...

Hate my life. I know, that sounds so stupid and overused, but that's the only way I can describe it. My life is actually good (really good compared to others), but I'm miserable. I mean, I have two parents who (seemingly) love eachother, my own room, food everyday, no physical abuse, ect. No, the problem is different. My mother is suffocating me. Most of you know me; I love to have fun, do stupid things, act like a moron, ect. Well, my mom doesn't like that. Whenever I'm with my friends - having *fun* - just at the mall or something, she hounds me and when we get home, she starts yelling at me for 'how I acted'. She demands that I tell her what I'm doing, when I'm going to do it, and if she doesn't like my ideas, she doesn't listen at all and makes a point to make me feel like shit. I know what you're all thinking, 'She just cares for you a lot! You shouldn't act like that.' Right? No. I'm a teenager, she's been on once, *she* got to do a lot of stuff. (Like go to the mall with her friends without her mom clinging onto her, walk 500 feet from where she is to go to the park with her friends, wear eyeliner, have *fun*.) I have got to say, I am nothing, *nothing*, like my mom. I am not controlling. Sure, I'm rude as hell, I'm also blunt, but I'm not controlling. And when things don't go my way, I don't yell and bitch about it. I cannot wait until I'm eighteen. I just want to *leave*. I do not like to be kept in a cage. Plus, I'm not a bird, I don't sing well. Please, if you want to say how dramatic I am, keep it to yourself. I already know how people are going to react; they're going to say how much of a regular teen I am, how I should just suck it up and live with it, how I should stop complaining, ect. It's nice to rant, okay? Don't ruin it.

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