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Monday, September 19, 2005
9:44 AM

Had a fight with mum yesterday. Over the management of my finances. I mean, all these years she's been controlling my finances down to the freaking penny. Now that I'm earning 500 bucks a month (not like its alot anyways but still), don't I deserve a little independence? Financially? Like for example, I should be able to pay for what I want to pay for? My transport costs? My meals? The few hundred I spent on Ayumi CDs and Carnivale DVDs?

"Since when have you paid for anything thats yours? No, you haven't done anything meaningful so far. You only think of yourself. The day you do something meaningful, maybe I'll let you manage your money."

That's what she said. When I confronted her. Basically I couldn't respond to what she said. It just made me wonder whether she had ever given a penny of thought or consideration for how others may feel before spilling the fucking words out of her mouth.

I was pissed. More hurt than pissed. I don't know how I'm going to survive with a mother like this.