I hate bedtimes, curfews and restrictive fucking measures.

Basically, my Mother has got it into her head that getting up after 12 means I do not care about anyone but myself. What she doesn't understand is that I cannot help when I wake up. Even if I go to bed at six, I will always wake up after 12, unless she throws water over me. That said, she still insists on me going to bed before midnight. Mother, even if I did, I wouldn't be able to sleep. Being in bed doing nothing would make me less tired, and I would lie there all night, then sleep all day. Also, I get everything done at night. Her and the rest of my family don't let me on the pc all day, so to do anything, I have to wait for them to go to bed. When I try to explain this to her, she tells me that I have to learn to live with it. I think I might steal the computer wires and see how they feel without it. But first, I am going to pour milky milk in her shoes again. Adios ;)