| Written by Diana, on 28-05-2001 21:47 |
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It seems to me the only way I'll get any privacy around here is if my mother is gone. By gone I mean dead, six feet under, decaying, maggot infested worm food. After what she has done I will never forgive her, and that includes any further intrusions on my privacy or control. She WILL NOT control me any more. I WILL CUT WHEN I CHOOSE, this includes her birthday. She will not HUG me on her birthday because I WILL NOT be there. Dear Mother and Father, I told you NEVER to enter my room without my permission for ANY reason and you broke that rule. Do you know what it's like to have control of nothing but your BODY? I don't have any privacy anymore, you showed me by forcing me to see Sally Howard that I have no control over my actions. That is about to change. You WILL NOT control me any more! That knife I bought was a collector's item, not a weapon or whatever you thought it was! You've made me into a fool! Now I can NEVER go back to that store--especially not for a job! I even made a pact with Brianna that I would never hurt myself with it. Whether I kept it or not was not for you to decide. Why did you have to go and fuck everything up? I was doing so much better on my own. Now it's all gone to Hell! I have to start over--from scratch! I WILL control my body and there's nothing you can do to take that from me! This is YOUR consequence! You can deal with it or go to Hell. And don't call Michelle because she already knows all about this letter.
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