I wish my parents would respect my privacy. I’m in college. I have my own life, with my own decisions. I’ve never had the closest relationship with either my mom or my dad, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love them. I need some space! I can’t live with them attached to my shoulder, dissecting everything I do. I’m not a bad person—I don’t do bad things. They should be able to trust that they taught me enough to be okay. And excuse me for not wanting to share with you that I’m interested in a guy, when you forced me to break up with my last boyfriend…If I’m in a relationship I will tell you. Until then, it’s my private life. Please respect that. No, that doesn’t mean give me a 12:30 curfew so I just can’t have a life altogether. But I guess if it works for you, it’s fine. Fine.