Before I break completely apart. Before my life becomes a complete misery.
I mean, my mother disapproves of every single thing in my life that sets me free: my only and true friend, travelling, university, going out with other people. She must’ve gone insane.
She should know I’m not like my sister. I’m not planning to stay in this house until I become an old, unemployed, stupid chestnut-brained bitch.
If I had a job, I would’ve already moved a long time ago.
And she plans to cage me. ME! Me, who hates every form of control, every single order, who would rather sleep under some old bridge of a faraway city than be a kept person.
But in part, I’m happy. This is a little strange, but I’m happy because if we keep drifting apart, this will help me break free earlier than I planned. The departure will be painless.
She’s an awesome woman and an intelligent person, but as for a mother, sometimes she’s so awful she doesn’t even realizes the stupid things she says.
God I need a smoke.