I wish my mom would go away!

I never thought that I'd hate being home quite so much. Because I've been away so long I'm totally not used to my mother constantly breathing down my neck and insulting me. Basically I'm not allowed to eat anything...too fattening. Okay...I'm exaggerating, but I'm not supposed to have sweets, or bread, or meat, or dairy. I'm down to fruits and vegetables and there just aren't that many of those in the house. I hope she's bright enough to realize I'm totally eating grilled cheese and drinking soda when she's not home. Not only that, but she really doesn't trust me (ha ha! and not about the right things either). The other day I came in here and she was searching my name on google to make sure I wasn't involved in anything I shouldn't be and she believes that live journal is bad for me because she can't monitor who I'm communicating with. Fucking hell, she is driving me even crazier than I was before...and I wonder why my self-esteem is nonexistent. I haven't done anything for the past week but sit around at home and read. I don't really like daytime TV so I don't watch much of that either. I'm not supposed to leave the house without her prior permission, because something could happen to me. So the fuck what? Just in case no one noticed I'm really annoyed, but IO have to get up early in the morning, so I'm going to finish reading my book and go to bed. Good Night.