Chapter 6 - Cassanova

Mom and I argued today and I honestly think it's so stupid.

We come from two completely different worlds, her and I.

Our ideology and thoughts are totally different.

I don't understand her or her logic.

Honestly, she can't accept when she's wrong and always has to be in the right.

She's quick to blame others and doesn't admit when she's wrong.

She never apologises now, but she used to- when I was really little.

I can't voice my opinions without her yelling that she's right so I should shut up.

She's completely dogmatic.

Cassabianca says that maybe if I calm down, or let her take the wheel, maybe if wouldn't be so bad.

No way.

Mom has complete control of my life.

I can't do anything without telling her.

I can't have friends that she doesn't approve of.

I can talk to anybody.

I can't write certain things.

I can't think in a certain way.

I can't be me.

If I did anything she didn't agree with, she'd get mad.

If grades were bad, despite giving it my all, I'd be in trouble.

I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of fear.

I angrily stormed up to my room.

Welp.

I have nothing to do now.

I have no means of communication right now.

Although I'd be getting a phone soon.

But even then, I wouldn't put it past mother to search through it every once in a while.

I'd already noted down the homework, so made a start on that with what I knew.

I'd have to get in the computer later and do some research.

I did my homework quite late and I went to bed.