the last journal i wrote i said that mom was afraid of me. well, even i didnt realize HOW afraid of me she really is. not only did she steal my baseball bats and get rid of them, but i recently found out that she stole my pocketknife too. naturally this made me a little pissed off. so i talked to her about it. first she denied that she had ever taken my knife. i knew that wouldnt pass, so i kept badgering her for it. shes so stupid. cant even hold a lie. she gave in and admitted that she took it. once again, her reasoning for taking it was that she was afraid id hurt her with it. doesnt even realize that i can use anything in the house as a weapon against her, no matter what it is. not that i would of course. now heres the really funny part. after the fight, i slammed her door shut, (the fight took place in her room). after i closed it, she locked it. she locked her door before she went to bed. she is really, deathly afraid of me. like im some serial killer coming to live in her house or something. no matter what i say, i can never convince her otherwise because she doesnt trust me. well, thats just my luck. i guess im more frightening than i think i am.