May 17, 2008 22:16
Dear Mom,
I know you think I don't know,
...but I do.
Stop going behind my back, you're my mother, not a backstabbing eleventeen year old. You know I know, and you have nothing to say to me. Who do you think you are? I will not go, and if I do, it will not be quietly.
Do not underestimate me.