I am beside myself right now. My dearest mother is insisting that I have a walkie talkie in my room so she can contact me when she wants. I cannot believe that the little freedom I have is being taken away. Its not right. The entire thing is one sick method of control. I am tempted to break the fucking thing right now! I'm angry, furious that I am forced to be a fucking lap dog!
Sad thing is, when she mentioned it before and I said I didn't like the idea, she was not best pleased. Oh god this is beyond anything I agreed to. I hate it. The older she's getting the more paranoid and ignorant. I can feel my blood boiling and all I want to do is cut to get rid of the anger, if just for a little while. I want to cut so bad. I want to burn so bad... This is not right!
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