Confession: I don't know how much longer I can keep living with my mother. Honestly, she pisses me off. I pretend like it doesn't bother me (hell, if I admitted it did, she'd be even MORE pissed at me, and that really would NOT help...) but it does, a lot. Take tonight for example. I get out of the shower, and am getting ready to do homework when she comes home. I go downstairs to get a glass of water, and to say hello to her. I say hi, and she gets mad at me because apparently, I've been "wasting time" when I could be doing homework. Then, when I am doing my homework, she takes my phone away, and decides that she's keeping it while she takes my brother to karate. Then she gets MORE pissed when I ask her why she took it, because she says I'm trying to pick a fight with her. I ASKED A FREAKING QUESTION. She does this kind of thing so much, and I'm just damn tired of it. Tired of her messing with my life. Tired of her prying through everything I have. I have to freaking password protect ALL of my electronics, and change the password every couple weeks so that she doesn't figure things out. I have to code up hints to my password in case I forget, so that she can't figure it out. I've had to password protect my stuff since password protecting became available back in 2000. Just... fuck. I don't know how much longer I can stay here, with her, without completely losing it.