There's not much to blog about these days.

I guess I could talk about how my mum went insane again..
Threatening to take my phone off me.....again.

The fact that she now sleeps with her door open to listen to what I'm doing.
Or looks for the light from my phone under the door at night.

Or maybe how my phone bill was $116 this month.
And how next month it's going to be around $500.
Also, how I'm pretty sure that's going to push her over the edge.
GOODBYE PHONE.
I don't know when I'll see you again.

....I have to find me some money.


Anyway, I was talking to a certain friend of mine about my dear mother.
Laughing at the shit that's happened in the past. The stuff she thinks she knows about me, but really doesn't.
The fact that whenever she thinks I'm doing something wrong, I'm completely innocent.
And whenever she thinks I'm being good, I'm actually doing the opposite.
Or how she thinks she's gotten through to me by tightening the leash.
When in essence, all she's done is challenge me.
And I love a challenge.

Well, that lead to quite a deep conversation about parenting.
And how you see those really protective parents, with kids that can't ever do anything, and eventually those kids grow up hating their family, acting up, getting arrested, moving out on their 18th birthday and getting their eyebrow pierced.
Then you see the parents, who care, but don't cage their children. Let them do things, but still set boundaries.
Those kids grow up with a healthy relationship with their family, feeling free but not alone, and knowing that they can stay at home without being caged like animals.

Who do you think is going to be more successfull later in life?

I can tell you, it sure as hell won't be kids from that first group.
With over-protective parents, being caged, no freedom, no say, no life.
Kids like me.

I don't fucking get her sometimes.
She thinks she's helping me for my future.
YOU'RE NOT, YOU COW.

You're holding me back, not letting me prove that I am old enough to do these things.
Not believing in me.
And you wonder why I act the way I do.
You think you've done so much to lead me down the right path, when all you've done is make me want to walk back and start down my own.
I do these things because I have no freedom.
I hide these things because you threaten me everyday.
And you cry because Mitchell moved out.
"What made him want to leave us like that"
I WONDER WHAT FUCKING MADE HIM WANT TO LEAVE.
You.

We can't wait to get out of this encolsure.
Somewhere where we don't suffocate even if the doors are open.
Where we can speak for ourselves.
Make our own decisions, our own mistakes.
Get away from this family.

Don't get me wrong mum.
I love you.
I just don't like you.