My mom just confronted me about some things she read in my journal. She literally came out and said that she read it, and that’s how she knows these things. She kept saying that she loves me so much and she can’t help but be worried, but it honestly doesn’t mean anything to me right now. If she really loved me, she would have respected my privacy and left my journal alone when she saw it in my room. When she leaves her journal open on the couch, I close it and put it back in her bedroom. Why the fuck can’t she do the same for me?
My journal is the one place where I can write anything and everything I’m feeling, without having to worry that I’ll get in trouble/be judged/etc. Now that’s ruined. I can’t believe she’d do that to me. I’m embarassed
Oh and by the way Mom, the things you were “freaked out” about? They’re about to get a million times worse.