you know what? FUCK YOU, MOM. i can't take this anymore. i can't take the constant demands, my constant inadequacy, your refusal to recognise that I AM GROWING UP GODDAMMIT. i can run parts of my own life, thankyouverymuch. so according to you midnight is too late for 'a girl my age' to be out. UP YOURS STUPID. i don't give a fuck. i'm not going to change for you or anyone. i would move out tomorrow if it wasn't such a massive endeavour.

except i don't know if i would. i like my room. i like my computer. i like the privacy. it's really nice to come here once or twice a week.

but for one thing: YOU.

fuck it, i don't even know what to say. you need to let go. you need to let me live my life. i'm smart. i can make my own decisions. and midnight is definitely not too late for me to be out. i love the downtown crowd. i am sober and responsible and can get myself places and i'm SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. so get off my back.

if i got my room clean you said i could do what ever i wanted to. you would buy me paint, carpet. this was my dream. i wanted to really make it mine after living in it for eleven years. i still do. i could do so much. but my room is eleven years of memories. some bad, some good. ninety percent of the shit in there doesn't have a place to go anymore. and you know what? it's my room. i kinda like it the way it is. except really i don't, it's sort of a pain.

i just fucking give up on this house and you. i've tried. you just can't see me for who i am. so i'm leaving, as much as i can right now.

side note: dana and amee and reid and emmalinda are super cool and they have made my day.