Monday, April 20, 2009

The Devil is My Mother

So I am only allowed on the computer for about ten minutes. Why? Because I could be talking to old men, arranging to meet them in strange alleys, and have sexual relations with the would be predators. Yes, this is the way my mother functions, not thinking that maybe she raised me enough to know not to do those stupid stupid things. But of course, I am the bad child who can never do anything right and always disappoints.

I'm not allowed to do much, and if I do anything I go through the third degree until she knows everything down to the very last detail, including when I have to poop. Well, maybe not that detailed but it sure is close enough.

Now, I don't think I'm a bad person, but my mother always seems to try and guilt me into shit and manipulate me to believe certain things. She always turns me against my father, and tells me that I should not love him because he is an ass. First of all, who the fuck does that? I like him more than her because she goes all ape shit over nothing.

I want to move out of my house, and my mother days that I am not allowed. I am of legal age and can leave whenever the hell I want, but somehow I'm still not allowed. I'm leaving anyways, but she told me that if I do I cannot come back to live with her at a later period of time. Fine by me, but you don't do that to your children.

My mom might not sound really bad to you, but she's worse to me. Probably because she's my mom, and all teenagers think this way at some point or another.