Sometimes I feel like for once you should open your eyes and see me for everything that I am, not just for everything that you think I did wrongly. You keep harping on how I prioritise my friends over you so much that I'd do everything for them but nothing for you. With your prejudices aside, maybe you'll at least see that I did my part for the family. I did my part to make our relationship better but you give me no chance because it's always about you, about me leaving you alone to meet my friends, about me going out till late because I don't care about you, it's always about you. It's not fair because I know I made sacrifices too, when necessary, like cancelling important plans that I have been looking forward to for months for 'family emergencies', standing people up because you just won't let me go out.

Everytime I get home the first thing you throw at me are accusations, saying this and that about me, saying how I'm so "beyond control", how I'm acting as though I'm "old enough" when I'm not and what a "disgrace" I am to you. Reality check: I am not half as wild as girls my age, I get home much earlier than many other girls my age (and younger) and sorry but I think 18 is old enough for freedom within limits. But in our family, freedom doesn't exist, only limits. And if our household was a government, it would be theocratic.

You worry too much, you hold on to the past too much. You volunteer my services and time to others as though they were yours for the giving and I have been taking up that responsibility however reluctantly but it feels like it's too much when that is the only thing you expect me to do. I respect you but you need to start respecting me too because I am getting older, my life is going to be mine and no longer yours one day. I don't want much, I only want some allowance.

On a lighter note, crashing Dha's place today was good fun with the girls. Tasha cooked. We contested our burps. Mine had the best sound quality, Dha's had the highest frequency and Shaz's lasted the longest. Tasha is still mastering burping. We played Guitar Hero (damn I want one of my own) and rocked so hard it got spoilt. SORRY DHA.

ps: come home soon.