Motherrrrrr

So I decided to talk to my mom seriously about things. She apparently thought I was gay and she burst into tears to me. I felt kind of bad. Oh well. But I tried telling her that I run my life and I'm going to do what I want and there wasn't much she could do about it. But she was like blahblahblah I'm your mother/you're only 16. Fuckkk. I want my own place and my own life. Is that too much to ask? I can get a job and support myself, damnit. Whatever. I'm ready to get done high school.