you don't.

No, I'm not going to tell you what I'm doing online. It's my computer - I bought it, with MY money. You have no right to know what I do on it, or what websites I go onto.

And so what if I have a facebook? Are you upset that you don't know about it, that I don't share with you, that we aren't "friends"? All my life, you've told me that parents are parents, not friends. Never friends. Why do you want to be my friend, now? So that you can see who else I'm friends with? So that you can moniter my activity, all the time? So that you can search my pictures and my comments and the comments on me, rifle through my life for flaws, any flaws, and tear me to shreds? I'm not stupid. I've watched you do this to Lisa, to all of my cousins. I'm not dumb enough to believe that you wouldn't do it to me.

You are my parent, and I understand that you want to be a part of my life. But I don't owe you that, not anymore. You need to be willing to accept what I will give you...you need to be happy with what I want to share. I told you about Ryan, I tell you what you need to know. When I am ready, I will share. But you...you take such small things, and make them so huge. You take a picture of a friendly peck and turn it into a lover's kiss. You take a song quote and turn it into a declaration. If you cannot understand someone as simple as her....how can I trust that you will ever understand me?