i'm getting sick of you, mom. you need to stop checking the phone bill for every single number i call or calls me and how many times and how long conversations occur. you need to STOP CALLING MY FRIENDS. it's harrassment, and i don't know what fucking makes you think it's ok to always bug my friends about my wherabouts. checking every single transaction i make on my card doesn't help either. i hate how you ALWAYS talk about not being able to trust me, when you go behind my back and pull shit like this all the time. yeah, i have no reason to make you want to trust me when you won't no matter what.
i lie because if i tell you the truth, there is no way you would ever let me out of the house. i am not some frail little girl who needs constant protection. i'll go to you when i need help. just let me live my life and learn from my own mistakes.
i can't wait to move out of this house and separate everything from you.
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