I want to move out

I love my mother dearly but sometimes I really can't wait to move out into my own home where no one touches or throws away my things without my permission. What would it be like? Living in a place where everything is mine, under my control, and nobody can sneakily throw away or move around my things for my best interests. AND AND AND NO ONE CAN STUMBLE UPON MY DIARY AND PROCEED TO READ IT RESULTING IN ME HAVING TO PUT IT UNDER LOCK AND KEY NOW. Some things in life just aren't meant for mothers to know. But my mother knows everything now. I am literally (or figuratively? can't seem to differentiate) an open book to her. Anyway, I don't even mind having to clean the house by myself, because even though I am messy I do get into bouts of cleaning frenzy.

So.. An apartment of my own. GLORIOUS. That would be GLORIOUS. I don't know when that day would come though. Probably until I am married. Bleargh. And would I even get married? I guess if I don't get married I can still move out, but would I have the money to do that? My crap grades which I received recently (heads-up: I have a D+, aka the lowest grade I have received in my life) seem to forewarn of a gloomy future for myself. I thought I could not possibly go lower than that C+ I got once in poly but it seems I have outdone myself this time. That F for physics in a common test in secondary school does not count. Do you know what D+ means? D+ = probationary grade. That's right. Probation. My future, you are on probation now. Better buck up or you will forever be living in the fear and frustration of getting your things thrown away without your permission. I am warning you, Rachel Tan.