Well, my life...
Is officially over.
I am about to be 18. I will be making my own decisions in less than a year and my mother refuses to let me live my life.
Another thing is, she absolutely hates the love of my life. She, just about 3 hours ago, turned my phone off. This means that I cannot call or text anyone. I live off texting the man of my dreams. She just doesn't want me to be happy. She honestly thinks that I will end up like her. Fat, irritating, and over controlling every situation. I am a different person than her. I have always been that way. DIFFERENT!
I don't think I can live underneath that roof with her anymore. It is getting to the point to where I have resumed cutting. Yeah yeah... I cut. Big deal. It doesn't make me EMO. Any way...
I want to be to think for myself... I want to be able to do the things I want... I am almost old enough to vote. I just wish my mom would give me the satisfaction of being treated like an adult and not some child... I know that I may need her when I leave, but I will be on my OWN. I want to be able to think for myself and not worry about the consequences of my actions. I want Sean, my lover, to be able to see me.
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