I just had the most ridiculous argument with my mom at 8:30 in the morning because she doesn't want me to do my homework at the library. After voiding each one of her points -- some of which included how I might get sick at the library because I have my period, how Dad might get into a car accident on the way there, and how I might be raped at some point on some bus -- I apparently argued calmly and reasonably soo well that she even pulled the stroke card on me: "You can go as long as you'd like me to have a stroke." End of that conversation. - - - - - - - - - I seriously asked her to explain herself, and they were all unreasonable reasons. Apparently it isn't safe for me to do work at a library, since it IS outside the house, after all, and having me outside for "unnecessary reasons," such as my saying that I work slowly at home but faster over there, makes her worry, worry, worry. She also mentioned her true reason, something about how my asking to do homework at the library was me "rebelling". WHAT THE FUCK... Sorry. But seriously, she has no idea of what I can do if I really wanted to rebel. She doesn't know how fucking lucky she is that I'm a daughter that chooses NOT to. D:< She has the maternal life so. easy. and she doesn't even know. But yeah, she even dared to mention something about me "having my own intentions" in going there. YEAH. SURE. MY OTHER INTENTIONS INCLUDE THE FACT THAT I'M FUCKING SICK OF STAYING COOPED UP INSIDE THIS FUCKING HOUSE WHEN IT'S UNNECESSARY Her illogical mind just THROWS ME INTO HELL. I absolutely hate it. Ridiculous.... And all I wanted was some outside light. I can't fucking wait for college to put my parents in their place. And also to put me in my right place: away. P.S. LMAO. My mom just told my dad what happened, and he barged into my room to open the windows. And he just knocked down and KILLED the lightstand. Hahahahaa. Hilarious.