Just now while I was using the computer, my mom just entered the room and sat down beside me. I was pissed, kinda, because she started looking at everything I was going, my conversations, blah.
And then she started harping on how I should stop wasting time on the computer and study instead. And she just straight out assumed I'd been using it for like, an hour. Which isn't true. At All. I was only using it for like, twenty minutes? Duh. I don't need her to tell me to study. Like what the hell. And she continued harping... blah, blah, blah.
And then finally she buzzed off and just several minutes ago she called down the stairs that I should come up five minutes later. I was kind mad, so I didn't answer. And she repeated. So if I didn't answer she's keep repeating and start screaming, right? So I just answered. And then she shut up.
And you know what? I hate it that she tries to compress me. I hate it that she tries to control my life. I hate that she thinks she's boss. Me=the requirement for complete freedom. I know that. It's been like this since I was ten. It's just part of who I am. And she's trying to push me down. She's trying. She's been trying since I was ten. And I've been rebelling. Because I don't like people trying to control me and my life, and what I do, and I don't like that they think I have to listen and do what they say.
