rewrote:

My mom looked at me the other day and said to me, “You’re 16 years old. You should be asking me for boy advice. You should be running to me crying because some asshole broke your heart. You should be telling me about drama that you’re having with your best friend. You should be out there living your life. You shouldn’t be destructing yourself and harming yourself. You’re still a kid. You should be having the best years of your life.”