dear mama...

woman...
i appreciate the stuff you do for nme, and all that, but look here...
i'm grown. enough... i'd rather not sit up in your house all day with nothing to do but clean. i'd like to go out and have a life... i don't feel like watching your kid EVERY DAY during MY LAST SUMMER AS A KID. [a grown kid...] i want to do stuff. why won't you let me do stuff!?
i don't know what you're gonna do when i go off to college. i understand you get tired, you have rough days at work, that happens, i get it. but everything can't be left for me to handle by myself. i'm tired. like, exhausted. i want a couple of days to take a nice nap, go out and chill with my peoples, and come home when i feel like it, without you calling and worrying about me every half hour, without having to scrub something first, and without having to hear about how i owe you for letting me go out. i'm not selfish for wanting to walk around the city, and coming home and being too tired to wash TWO dishes that i could easily take care of the very next day. this is why i don't even ask to do stuff anymore. every time i ask, i get grilled, and i get a list of things to do, and if i don't do them right when you ask--i'm sorry, TELL me to, i can't go, regardless of the fact that i may have taken care of it previously or that i CONTINUOUSLY take care of it, EVERY DAY.
and then you get mad at me for so much stuff. so much insignificant stuff. don't fuss at me cuz the cell phone bill is too high. i know how all my stuff works, and i know my limits. i don't have a lot, but i know what i do have. so it's not me. it's you and that dang iphone and your $743650756 smart phone plan thing. do not blame me for that. i've been using recycled razrs all year, because i don't want to ask for a new phone, because i know i'll owe you some labor... but when my phone doesn't work when i try to call you or you try to call me, don't get mad. just don't. the phone i have now fell in the toilet... but i'm not getting a new phone anytime soon...
if i need something, like toiletries, money for lunch/transportation, etc., don't get mad! i need that. and i certainly can't get it myself. i could try to get a job to get it myself, but, i guess that's not gonna happen now, cuz i have to watch SOMEBODY'S kid. -___- when i ask for stuff, you get mad. when i don't ask, but i totally need it, you get mad when you find out. i dont get it. what am i supposed to do?
if i'm hanging out with my people, on the very rare occasion that i do get to do so, i'm not gonna look at my phone every five minutes. i'll let you know when i get to where i'm going, and i'll let you know when i'm on my way home. if i need you, i will let you know. so chill.
if i'm sleep, don't expect me to wake up in high spirits ever if you are yelling down the stairs at me every few minutes.. if i don't have to get up until 10, don't wake me up at 6 cuz YOU can't sleep. get up and do something and let me wake up on my time... if i come up the stairs with a scowl on my face, don't get mad at me and call me evil.. i just woke up, what do you want me to do?! do a little "good morning" jig or something? put that attitude away and stop calling me evil...
if you come home from a bad day at work, stay away from me. i don't know how else to say it so that it's more polite...but just stay away. because you tend to take it out on everyone around you. and, i am your child, so you know, i don't play that. don't get an attitude with me over something petty, cuz i will get one back. and don't get mad when i do, because you snapped first. learn to realize that, cuz you do it often. and on the other hand, don't be too offended if i'm in a bad mood. it may not have anything to do with you, so i try to stay out of the way. but if you keep pestering me, yes, i will unleash some of that venom on you. you poke at the anger like an infected scab, and i really wish you would leave it alone so i can put some ointment on it... -_-
if i'm busy, i don't like to be inturupted. it's annoying. please stop. that is all.
i am not selfish, ungrateful, evil, stupid, irresponsible, or THAT lazy, so stop throwing those out at me when you get mad. sometimes they aren't all relevant, but you use them all at once anyway. i don't wash the few dishes in the sink, so now i'm lazy, ok. irresponsible...? whatever, i guess.. selfish? umm... evil?? come on now.. it's not that serious. it's never that serious. chill out.
no, i don't always want to spend time with you. because half the time i'm around you, you're mad about something. and that bad mood stuff is contagious. trust me.. so don't be offended when i don't wanna watch bridezillas with you [while you're playing farmville, btw, and talking about how sad you are because you might never see that day. keep up that attitude and you won't.]
stop hating my boyfriend. please. i understand, you are a parent, you are protective of me, and all that jazz. but please. some things i need to learn myself. like i said, if i need your help, i will call on you. otherwise, i got this. he's not doing anything wrong, and, you're not doing anything but making him hate you just as much. and it's getting ridiculous. and i need one of y'all to cool it. better yet, both of y'all should chill...
STOP going through my stuff. do not google me. do not spy on my twitter page. don't try to get through my blocked stuff on facebook. and don't get mad when i block you. i have the right to some privacy, you don't have to know/see EVERYTHING. especially stuff like this. if i get angry and need to rant, it's gonna happen. stop being so sensitive and suck it up. if i say i can't stand you, let me cool off and see what i say later on. i promise there's a 85-90% chance i'm not even thinking about you anymore. by then, i'll probably be tweeting about getting some food.
stop getting so upset when i don't say thank you for every single little thing, or if i don't say something super nice and sweet and all that gag-worthy jazz. that's not what i do. you should know that by now, i'm not that sentimental of a person. i will give you the sweetest greeting card in the world, i'll even write you a nice little letter if you want. but you're not gonna hear me verbally say these things. that's not how i do. i'm sorry, that's just the way it is.
don't yell at me when there's a food shortage. i'm not the only one in this house that eats. even so, i'm a growing girl. i eat. just let it happen. but i don't demolish everything in the house like you make it seem like i do. you're twig of a son? yeah.. he eats twice as much as me, and he's not even half my age. fuss at HIM. we just got a new box of apple jacks two days ago. and half the box is gone already? i haven't had ANY. i did demolish those fruit snacks, though.. >_>
i have plans, long and short term, that you're kinda messing up. i'm sorry if i'm inconveniencing you with my life, but that's what happens when you have a kid.. and at some point, you're gonna have to chill. i love you, thanks for birthing me, raising me, not killing me, and giving me everything you have. but i would like to live my life.