Violation!!!
Okay, so my mom picks me up at the library today. She didn’t let me take the car to school. Apparently she thought I was meeting someone for the following reasons:
a) I was dressed rather provactively.
b) I got a phone call, hung up, and needed to go.
So, what does she do? She reads my blog, which I told her not to read. Hello, I’m eighteen? Apparently she didn’t hear that part.
And it’s not so much that she read my blog, as much as WHAT’S IN MY FUCKING BLOG. You guys know, you read it. This is me, this is what I think, these are my dark confessions that I tell to people who don’t really know me.
So, she talks to me about the following things after reading this blog:
a) eating disorders
b) Obsessive Behavior (apparently I’m obsessed with the Goth boys or something)
c) Driving around and using her gas
d) I forgot, but we covered it.
So then she wants to talk about the phone sex thing and I’m getting a little freaked out. Sorry, Mom, I know we went shopping for sex toys together, but it’s not like we sit down and share masturbation tips. As I said before, phone sex to me is like masturbating.
So, she promises not to read my blog again. It doesn’t really matter. I feel kind of violated. I almost cried and I’m almost crying again just thinking about it. I didn’t really want my FUCKING MOTHER to read this blog.
So, anyway, yeah. I mean I put down that I had thought about mutilation, bullemia, running away, getting pregnant, and that I was still confused about my sexuality.
Hello? Overstepping the bounds a bit, aren’t we?
So, I’m going to stop with this rant and move on to my next post: Avatar Heaven Pt. 2.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe/Gerard Way, aka Dru
