Seriously, this is a vent. Don't read it.

Waking up.
Getting yelled at.
It’s almost as easy as breathing.
My mom and I don’t get along well.
We get a long.
Just not as well as we should.
She’s never satisfied with what i do.
She always complains.
She has so many restrictions.
I know it’s because she loves me.
She wants me to be protected.
But how long does she expect to protect me?
In less then 3 years I’ll be going off to college.
On my own.
Without her.
No restrictions.
No protection.
What will she do then?
Will she go crazy thinking about all the things that could happen?
All the things that other people have gone threw.
That have happened to other people.
Me and my mother, we yell.
We argue.
But what she doesn’t understand is, I don’t want to be protected.
She’s protected me too long.
I need to wander.
To discover things.
To learn.
To be a teenager.
I need to learn from my mistakes.
Not have her protect me from them.
To never learn what life is truly like.
What everyone else goes threw.
Not all bad things happen.
Who says I’ll turn out like her friends pregnant daughter.
Who says I’ll turn out like the girl halfway across the world that killed herself.
Life is already planned out for me.
Somewhere, somehow, someone knows what will happen to me.
It’s already planned out.
No matter what, those things will happen.
Wether their good or bad.
They will happen.
That is what I truly believe.