God, you are the biggest b*t*h I know. I don’t care that you’re my mom, you are a b*t*h. You say that you care about me, but then you call me names and never let me talk to anyone. Just cause you got knocked up at 19 doesn’t mean that I will. How about you go f**k some other guy and leave me alone? No wonder I want to move out so badly. You are such a controlling b*t*h.
You’re never proud of me. I get one B and you start crying and yelling at me. I’m sorry I’m not a perfect daughter. I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted me to be. Newsflash: I am my own person. Stop trying to force me to be the person you never were. If I want to talk to him as a friend, I will. It’s not fair that you won’t let me talk to any guys. If the person has a dick you think they only want sex. Get your head out of your ass. It’s not a hat bitch. I do love you, but how about treating me with respect for once?