Sometimes it seems like all I ever do is lie.
My mom thinks I’m repressing my feelings about this. I say to her, ‘No, Mom, I’m not. I think it’s really neat. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.’
Mom says, ‘I don’t think you’re being honest with me.’
Then she hands me this book. She tells me she wants me to write down my feelings in this book, since, she says, I obviously don’t feel I can talk about them with her.
She wants me to write down my feelings? OK, I’ll write down my feelings:
I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE’S DOING THIS TO ME!