Last tieme my mom looked through my journals and all the letters
that were sent to me. And as if that is not enough, she looked
through the poems I have written, letters I have written, stories I
have written and even wanted to read the e-mails I received.
Compared to me, you are pretty lucky 
Right now, I am not staying with them, if there is one reason I
don't want to go back home, it will be bcause once I go back again,
all this invasion of privacy will start all over again 
and my mom used the same excuse too,"I am your mother, so I have
the right to look through everything you have."
