Not being allowed to be me.

I have this feeling a lot around my parents though I shouldn't.

They're supportive and love me and all the rest of it.

But I feel like they're cannabalising me.

If I tell them what I'm doing (going abroad, going to drama school) they assassinate it with questions about fees, contracts, where, what and who. Usually I have the answers, but it sucks all the fun out of it. Then they have their own little ideas on it when I just want it to be me, mine, for me. Not about them, but it always is.

And being angry. When Mum is angry, she wants everyone else to be angry. I'd left a glass of water on the worktop and she came and shouted at me for it, and my bedroom. And yet if I was that angry, I'd be told to cut down the melodrama. When she does it I sit in angry silence because saying something will only make it worse. Me being angry isn't a serious event. Her being angry is. It makes me feel about two years old, that my emotions aren't valid.

And the way they're proud of me for keeping this shit job when I want to jack it in.

And how Mum says I should cut down on sugar for a week to help with my skin. OK, I've got spots, fine, but why does she have to go suggesting? Why can't it be my decision? I feel like I've got no power at all over my life, no control, and they're making it worse than it needs to be by trying to be helpful.

And I'm such an ungrateful bitch, because I know that they are damn good parents but I just feel like crap.