Rage

Hi blog,

Having my privacy invaded is one of the few things that pisses me off so badly. I am so angry that I can shoot off the surface of the Earth.

Back in primary school, my mom read my texts secretly. Then she started telling/warning me about things she wouldn't have known. I really hate her for that. Spoiled my primary school life. Spoiled my lame puppy love.

JC & post JC, whenever I have my thoughts spilled on papers, if it happens to be in her field of view she will never fail to gain some insights.

Then she'll tell me things like "if you have any troubles you must tell mommy okay! If not who else can you confide in?" My answer is "everybody else except for you and dad" but of course I didn't say it in her face. Would you tell your parents your problems?

(I should start using bombastic words so she cannot understand what I'm writing. Haha)

She didn't realise that telling her my trouble would make things worse for me because one, she can't solve anything for me and two, she will remind me of my troubles when I've already decided to move on.

I don't need such "care" from her. It's disgusting when I think of it. It's just like how some people find saying "I love you" mushy. If your sort of care is purely verbal (wanting me to update you about situations but not helping me to to achieve it with your actions); thanks, keep it for yourself.