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"Nobody understands me! I hate you! I'm going to become a goth and write moody poetry and get body piercings and stuff!"
Your poop mom says "That's nice" as she forcefully kicks you out of the house. As you unhappily walk down to the sidewalk, your mom throws a brick at your head. Once you regain consciousness, you realize that the brick has a note tied to it, Which reads:
Dear Child,
Your failure to yield to my strict rules has caused me me pain. It goes without saying that my personal feelings are more important than your desires or any self-actualization you may be attempting. You may come back to live under my roof once you renounce this goth foolishness and return to living exactly according to my dictates.
Sincerely,
Mom
A roof over your head, eh? Is being homeless a particularly goth thing? You suppose spending a lot of time in dark abandoned places is pretty goth, so, maybe? Perhaps this is a good thing, or perhaps you should submit to your mother's desires in exchange for room and board.