Your life is yours, to do with what you wish.

I hate it how my mother thinks she still has control over my life. I want to be the one in control, after all, I think 16 years of living in a household with her entitles me to that.
But apparently, I don't have control of my life. Not in the slightest.

Towards the end of last year, I'd decided I didn't want to go into VCE education, that I wanted to drop out and study something at TAFE. First time I ran the idea past my mother, she was like "well as long as you find something worthwhile to study". Second time I mentioned it, she said "mmm...I'm not sure about that." Third time, "YOU'RE FINISHING SCHOOL RIGHT THROUGH TO YEAR 12!"
I was so fucking pissed off. And thinking about it, I still am.

And today, she told me I'm doing maths in year 11, despite the fact I blatantly refused and had only JUST finished complaining about how much its confusing me already, and how much I hate the teacher.
I don't understand that woman, because regardless I'll be bad at maths.

I don't care how much she wants me to do maths, there's no fucking way in hell I will.
To be honest I can't even be fucked continuing onto year 11.
To be even MORE honest, I can't even be fucked going tomorrow.

And my attitude towards school has only changed since I moved maths classes, TODAY.
It's amazing how something so insignificant as a teacher can completely change my outlook and my approach to the subject.
If I had a different English teacher, I'd probably hate the subject. But my English teacher is a legend.
I had a legendary maths teacher, but now I have some mole-covered bloke who I'm pretty sure is a paedophile.

I can't handle it guys, I really can't.

I think I'll start my career as a prostitute named Karisma Paradyse.

Epic fucking fail at school, I don't even give a shit what my enter score is.