She's Got Moxie In Her
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I don't normally do shit like this. Writing down my feelings is weird to me... you never know who's watching.
I was enrolled into this program by my old school to talk to a counselor every month and "write what I'm thinking"... so you know what? Fine. I'll write exactly how I fucking feel.
I can't stand my mom.
I mean... *scribbles* that's not true. I love her, I just hate where I am in life because of her. Everyone praising her every time they see me and mentioning how much I look like her... how much they want me to be like her... Why did I have to be born? Why did she have to be famous? Why do I have to carry her fucking legacy? It's not my problem that she's the most famous female boxer in current history.
Sunset always tells me that I can do what I want. WE can do what we want. It's our life...
so why does it feel like even when I do, SHE'S breathing down my fucking neck?
*scribbles*
I've never said this to her and I don't plan to so I'll say it here.
Mom, I don't fucking care about your status. I don't care that you're everyone's damn savior. I just want to live my fucking life.
I don't even want to be a fucking boxer.
There. I said it.
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