Being mad at my mother because she called the school and told them about my anxiety problems, without telling me, and then she was going to let me go to school with everyone knowing but me, is not a bad thing. Yet she’s the one who’s now pissed at me. For being mad at her. But I refuse to feel badly for being mad like I do every single time this happens. She did something wrong, and I have a right to feel as angry as I want to about it. She can slam doors and call me bitchy and be as bitchy as she wants, but I am not going to be spinless. I will not feel badly. Not this time. She has had a week to tell me, and yet still didn’t. I need to feel mad, so I’m gonna be mad. I’m aloud to feel the way I feel.