Saturday, June 04, 2005
I'm feeling bitter, sour, and everything else except sweet. have you ever wonder how it feels like when someone intrudes on your privacy and thinks that you'll be fine with it?
you know, I love my mom over anything else but for one. the fact that she has to check on my belongings (especially my physical space) the moment I'm out of the house is kind of atrocious, don't you think? call that the concern of a mother and whatever nots but it just appears to me that she still does not trust her daughter even though I'm all grown-up and I'm already 16 for goodness sake!
I thought that for the past 2 years, my mom is already convinced of my right to space and privacy. yes, maybe locking up my room frequently equates to her annoyment in wanting to find out what I have been doing all awhile but apparently the reason why I lock my room is because no one is respecting my privacy. it makes it even tougher for me because I have this mischievous little brother of mine who intrudes into my space without permission.
I'm thankful though, that my mom has relented a lot if compared to 2-3 years ago. she has been giving me the time I need to study, which means that I've been given lesser housechores to do and the time I need for myself, just myself.
maybe an appeal for just one more thing is not too much to ask for?
please, please, just stop checking on my stuffs. respect my needs in this area of privacy and independence, will you my dear mom?
