[Private] Journal Entry: Alison Blaire 12/02/13

[om_dazzler]

Today I'm eighteen, and I'm not happy. I just keep thinking about what my mom used to say, how the people with cameras get even worse when you're eighteen. That they'll stalk you and harass you and that if I want to be a famous popstar, I'm in for a world of that. That my privacy will be constantly be invaded, that my appearance will be judged harshly by anyone who sees a picture of me.

I'm grateful for my success, I am, but I don't think that this is something that should have to come with the territory. Why is this a thing that's okay? I know I'm not like some big Madonna or anything, but I want to be. I'm so scared for what that's going to be like, too. What if I can't handle the people? What if I give in and let them have that negative reaction they want?

I miss my mom. We were supposed to have this huge, big party when I turned eighteen, but we can't even do that because she hates me. It's been awhile...maybe if I call her, she'll want to talk to me. I know they're mad about my letting the world know I'm a mutant, but maybe she's gotten over it a bit? Maybe she's just put aside this big family pride and has forgiven me?

She's the only person I want to celebrate with today. God, mom, just please answer the phone. My dad has written me off completely, but she hasn't yet. Maybe there's hope.