I don’t think my mom realizes that she’s not the only one who’s stressed and tired. I’m stressed and tired too. School is not like how it used to be when she was in school. She overreacts to stuff that aren’t supposed to be overreacted. She makes a big deal out of everything, like can you please calm the fuck down? Just because she works all the time doesn’t mean she’s the only one who gets to have their way. Sure, she’s my mom but sometimes it doesn’t even feel like she is. She’s so controlling and it’s suffocating me. She lets my brother go out and she doesn’t even get mad when he comes home late. But with me, she makes me stay at home. I can’t do this, I can’t do that. While my brother can do this and that. She is so unfair. She even stalks my Twitter, oh my fucking god. I cannot wait to turn eighteen and leave this damn house.
This post doesn’t even makes sense. Bye.
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