So I let my mom read my poetry book for mother's day and that may have been the third biggest mistake of my life.

I'd forgotten so much of what I'd written..
And I was just trying to make her happy.
Instead I just made things awkward.
I feel like she knows too much.
I kind of want to have her killed or something.

It's not too fun living in my house right now..
I'm not sure how to fix it.

I hate her knowing things.
Stuff I've never told anyone..
Except one person.
But she actually cares and doesn't make things awkward.
If I don't want to talk about it then she won't pry.
But mother dearest is just the opposite.

Ick.