another rant

For my birthday 2 years ago my mom wrote in my journal, just a page or two about how she loves me and stuff, and its cute and all but not this year. I didn't notice when she took my journal but when she came back with it, I knew she read it. And she was like, let's have a talk. And this talk was about like the stuff I wrote, she said things about me wanting to break up with my boyfriend, wanting to do sh, feeling like a burden, not liking my dad, to even my poems and songs. And I said "you read through my journal?" And she was like yea, but only because it was your birthday, like that made it better, and I wanted to say it was an invasion of my privacy and stuff but she was rambling and crying because of what I wrote so I didn't say anything, but like she can't just go through my journal like that, and if I wanted her to know that stuff I would've told her, and now she knows, like I probably wasn't going to tell her but that's not the point. And then she was like don't stop writing in the journal just because I read it, umm yes I will stop writing in it, it's either that or I keep writing in it, and like confront her, I might find a new place to write in but I don't know rn, and then I was like getting better, cause like a couple of days ago I was feeling like crap, but now it's getting worse, and I'm lowk starting to spiral but hopefully I'll get help soon, cause my mom says I can get a therapist in the new year cause we are changing ate insurance so um yay *** anyways that's the end of this rant

Bye and happy holidays!