Fuck me life.
My mom just walked into my room and saw me on my iPod (as always) and asked what I was doing. I automatically answered that I was writing, since that's what I'm usually doing, and she knows that.
Then you know what she said?
"You know what? I want to read some of your writing. I don't want you sharing your writing with strangers online when you won't even share ur with your own parents."
FUCK MY LIFE MUCH???
Luckily, my dad has saved my ass completely, because he told her that he had read some of my writing (he read some of my old book Imagine A World on my first account, which I almost never go on anymore). She apologized about it and gave me this mini-speech about a ton of shit that I can't even remember anymore even though it was literally five minutes ago, but I'm listening to music, therefore I can barely process any thoughts.
I'm just so fucking frustrated with her.
It is my life! I'm a teenager, I'm allowed to have some private time to myself. Granted, I shouldn't spend all of my time in my room, but it's my room and my choice. If you want me to come downstairs and socialize, give me a decent reason. Because I'm not going to go downstairs with nothing to do except read a book or some shit and then still be criticized for not socializing.
I legitimately considered a temporary hiatus on my main account (the 5sos one) because of this threat she gave me. I do not want her reading my writing. Yes, I'm proud of it, but I'm known in my family as the innocent, no-to-swears, youngest child. If she read even the description of Three Wishes, she'd have my head on a platter. I'm not going to walk into a death trap.
Let me live my life, Mom. I have plans for the future, plans that I don't even know if I'll be able to go through with, since you refuse to let me put any of myself out in the public eye. I'm almost 14 years old, and you still treat me like I'm some innocent little 6-year-old who doesn't have a clue what the world holds.
I probably know more than you do.
I'm so fucking done with her, I'm sorry. By the way, I'm not going on a hiatus.
Thanks to my dad.
-Cat
P.S. my mom straightened my hair tonight because we have headshots for our play program tomorrow and she came into my room and smiled and me and said, "I love you, straight or not."
I started internally laughing.
