[Catharsis.]

For feck's sake, Mam, you do realise that I'm a fairly autonomous human being, don't you? I'm seventeen, for crying out loud. I know I still live under your roof, but give me some independence, at least. Is it even much to ask that you let me wear what I want? I have my own taste, believe it or not, and it doesn't include your stupid bright greens and yellows. I don't feel very fucking yellow, so I'm not going to walk around in yellow. Jesus Christ. It's an absolute understatement to say you're controlling. Leave me do my own thing for once in your life.