And then think it's okay to comment nastily about their contents. Are you really attempting to rub a breakup in my face, Mom? Really? You like hurting me, and then then that you can scream at me as if you're completely nuts, and call me a psycho while doing it. Yeah I did talk to the therapist about you, because I know you tried to access private information about our conversation. Yeah, I keep my door shut, because you think there's a party going on in here and you're invited to barge in whenever you feel like it. Yeah, I am starting to hate you even more, because you invalidate the agony my legs have been in every morning recently by telling me to shut up. Yeah, I do have a right to be and a right to be heard. And yeah, you have to respect it.
Stay the hell out of my personal life, Mom. You're rifling through my private matters and demanding passwords left and right because you will throw anything you can at me and try to find anything you can turn into evidence of my "psychosis". Well, guess what? Too bad, because I won't let you. I don't do that to you because I'm normal. Learn how to respect me as a human being, not treat me like an animal with no personal rights. You don't get to hit me because you don't like what I'm telling you and then cry that I abuse you when I retaliate from your assaults, after which I apologize, not you. I took care of your frostbitten feet after you said you'd rather kill me than let me become a freak. As much as I try not to, I'm starting to think you deserved me to let you "treat" the problem you caused because you can't wear socks and waterproof boots out in the wet snow. A few missing toes might have taught you to think a bit more of me.
Maybe I will take you up on that demand and go off to college early. But I'm going to college as Max either way whether I tell you my new name or not, so deal with it. I don't care that you want grandchildren. It's not going to be my problem. Go adopt a kid and maybe raise this one with a little more kindness.
