Day 8 - Part 1 - Wishing for freedom.

I know it's stupid to fight, or ever cry about it, but I REALLY wanted those heels, ok? And it's not like they're 15-inch-high plateau stiletto's or something. Why can't she just give me the freedom to buy clothes I like as well? And not just the ones that get approved of. No matter how hard I try, the heels will always be too high, the skirts too short and the shirts too daring. You shouldn't give me the freedom to buy my own clothes if you make me bring back EVERYTHING, mom. I'm 14, for crying out loud! I should be able to make mt own choises. Don't pretend I'm 10. Go rule my sister's wadrobe or something.
I'm not in the mmod for talking. To anyone. Not even to dennis. Until he started talking to me and made me unable to close the tab. So, yeah, I just wanna go crawl in a corner and die or something.