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Well, I have made my blog private. It seems as if this blog is the only thing that conveys privacy in my life anymore.
At least I thought it did just being a blog in the first place. That was foolish of me to think it wouldn't end badly. My sister reads my blog, which really isn't that big of a deal. I'm not bothered by it, but because of her, things have gone hay-wire.

She obviously mis-read something and said something to my mother, who in turn just 'HAD TO READ' what it was. She did and I told her straight forwardly what I meant by it. She understood but she was still standoff-ish about the subject. I thought it was over with.

My mom decided to clean old files off our main computer at home and there have been things saved to Microsoft Word for many years. I guess she felt the need to go though all of MY documents and read every one. When I write something, usually it holds the purpose of fiction. But fiction based on real events. I'll take something in my life and twist it and change things and change the characters so it hardly resembles my life anymore, unless you have witnessed these occasions, then infact can you see the resemblance.

As I was sitting at dinner, I got the feeling something was itchy and wrong. We began our favorite dinner time topic "College". Seems that it's the ONLY thing we can talk about and not even civily, might I add. My mom asked if I had considered creative writing as a major and I told her simply, "I don't think I would consider that something I want to do for the rest of my life." Simple enough right?

I thought the subject to be over with.

My father got up to go to the garage for something to drink and my mom made the rude comment of, "well, I experienced some more of your creative writing last night. I cleared off old files and read everything you've written. Nice lies. You try to mask them with other names. Stop stretching things. You're giving people false pretenses about our life. If people knew these things. If Myspace or the Internet got ahold of these things about our family.. blah blah"

Wow, do I not even have privacy to write something down for recreation.

Nothing I've ever written in my spare time has been meant to harm anyone. And honestly, nothing has ever been posted outside of Microsoft Word. I have never let anyone actually get 'ahold' of these things and I have no intention of them ever being in someone's hands besides my own.

So now I am a liar for simply expressing myself.