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I had a talk with my mom yesterday after she saw my story on running away. Honestly! I didn't say she could read it! Anyway, she said that she would take me in to see a psychiatrist but the first thing she/he would say would be to get better (longer) rest, exercise more, and eat healthily. So I told her that I already do that and she agreed. Then she goes on to admit that she is a bit overprotective but she's glad she is or I could get raped or killed, (insert gory death in here), etc. And I tell her that I'm responsible (lists examples) and she says that I'm too confident and that she was like that too at her age.
FUCK! I don't want to be like her! I want to have a life! I want to explore! To experience! God fucking damn it! I don't want to be like everyone else!
I'm fighting a losing battle. It hurts to lose. I've always worked hard to be the best. I'm a perfectionist. My mom thinks I'm to hard on myself. I'm my own worst enemy. I destroy myself on the iniside but I'm happy on the outside. Someday the two sides will corrode. I will be no more. Only a matter of time.
FUCK! I don't want to be like her! I want to have a life! I want to explore! To experience! God fucking damn it! I don't want to be like everyone else!
I'm fighting a losing battle. It hurts to lose. I've always worked hard to be the best. I'm a perfectionist. My mom thinks I'm to hard on myself. I'm my own worst enemy. I destroy myself on the iniside but I'm happy on the outside. Someday the two sides will corrode. I will be no more. Only a matter of time.