a little pissed.

i hate her. why does she always have to be so controlling over other people? my life is not her life. if i want to go off and get pissed drunk, she should let me. fuck. i don’t need another mom. why does she have to know everything about everyone? she just sticks her nose in the privacy of other people. first she tried to read my diary, and got one of my biggest secrets out of me (which isn’t so secret now because the fucker that the secret is about had to go off and tell everyone and their cousin), and now she tries to make me live my life the way she wants. it makes me feel so immature, as if i need someone looking after me all the time. i can fucking do that myself. i don’t need a goddamn babysitter.

i know she cares, but she could try to do it in a way that doesn’t annoy the living hell out of me.

fuck.