Frustration

I cannot stand certain things, one thing: no trust. My mother literally has no confidence, no trust with me with her car. I cannot stand that. What did I do wrong? NOTHING, god dammit. I did not hit anything, no, ok? So calm down and let me drive. What do you think I am going to do? Do you think I am going to crash into something? That is saying that I am blind. I am not blind. I can see. Do you realize that this car is in a dumb parking lot that is so crammed and had a goddamn speed bump every 2 feet. And how am I going to speed up and then slow down in that dumb parking lot. Idiots, I swear. And you think that telling me to do this and that will make me a better driver. NO. I know what I did wrong, so be quiet and let do what I have to do.

I swear driving with my mother is more hectic than driving with my instructor. So mom, do not assume that I am deliberately trying to crash the car, and we were in a parking lot. What will happen in an empty parking lot. I drove on the streets before. I know what and what not to do. Like you were a better driver than me when I was your age. Remember, you have been driving longer than I have been alive. So leave me be.

Sorry about that, but I hate driving with my mom. It blows every vein in me out of proportion.

With love,

Violet Sar Bleu