All The Children Are Insane

Me: When am I going to stop having to ask for your permission every time I want to go out? I’m turning 18 years old this year, it’s not like I’m 12.
Mom: When you get married and move out.
Me: I’m never getting married
Mom: When I die then.

I hate being a stupid fucking female in this stupid fucking country with it’s stupid fucking traditions.

I’m getting a job when I’m done with school, and I’m definitely moving out of here once I can afford it whether she likes it or not, I can’t stand this anymore.