SpiderWoman

Okay, that's it- I've had it! This is the last straw and I'm sick and tired of everything!

I can't deal with it anymore, really- I just can't.

Not my family, my career or my entire life! (Breathe, breathe, breathe!)

Well alright, maybe I sound like a suicidal lunatic right now, but I've really had enough. It's as simple as that.

First to begin, my parents are the root of ALL my problems.

My darrrling mother is an affluent, giant Hollywood actress.

Daddy dearest is an equally well-to-do producer…

And I haven't fallen very far from the tree- also a Hollywood actress.

Now you're probably wondering what I'm complaining about since I'm just like 'em, but that brings me to the tale of my jaded career as an actress.

Yes, my introduction to stardom came as early as the tender age of two and a half months old. My mother took tiny me to audition for a minor role in a film, sorta like what happened to the Olsen twins, only in their case it was a TV sitcom.

Anyway, all I had to do was smile, coo, giggle look pretty and not cry, which to me seems like a lot to ask of such a young child, but I pulled it off according to my mother.

She always said that I was the cutest, most trusting baby girl in the world, even in the arms of strangers and with a camera aimed at my face.

To tell you the truth, I'm pretty sure none of that stuff had anything to do with me getting the part. It didn't matter if I was adorable or not, cuz that's not why they chose me.

The real reason was my mother.

I'm positive she used her well renowned name to secure the role for me because I've seen the exact same thing happen to my younger brother and sister.

Nonetheless it was the beginning of my acting career.

From then on I was a shooting star appearing in various films, television shows, commercials and on movie soundtracks. As I grew older, my bank account skyrocketed along with my success and since then, has never ceased.

You may probably think I'm living the life, you know-something like Paris Hilton or Prince William, but you're only half right.

Correct, I'm a member of the 'riche' society and I do have a sort of salt-of-the-earth image to most people, but that doesn't make me happy.

So forget it if you're judging me as the typical greedy little rich girl, cuz I'm not.

Really.

Actually, I'm quite the opposite.

I believe money never equals happiness, even though it's an asset…but surely not happiness.

In the past when I was young and naïve, I loved being a star and all that came with it, but now that I've matured I find myself wishing I could trade every bit of my fame and fortune for the normalcy I crave. (If my parents ESPECIALLYmy mother, heard this-they would freak!)

This is why I'm so fed up with my life.

Everything always comes back to my parents.

It's like I don't even have a life of my own-my PARENTS are the ones living it! They pull the strings on everything in some way or another.

From day one they had already decided that acting would be my 'calling'. They raised me like a princess and made sure I fell in love with the 'good life', which sadly, worked.

As soon as I took the bait, became hooked and declared acting my passion, they developed an invisible hold on me and things fell into place for them.

I went to private schools with other well-heeled kids like me, made tons of narcissistic, self-centered friends…ignored school work to a great extent in order to focus on acting and basically lived most of my twenty years like a fool.

Thank God I wised up at eighteen due to age probably and a certain 'bad' experience I went through…and my entire outlook on life changed.

I no longer saw my parents as the two most respectable and admirable persons I'd ever met. Instead I saw them for the true manipulators they really were. And still are.

I replaced my friends with regular, down- to-earth people who knew and understood the true meaning of life and how to enjoy it, but they were hard to find. Actually, they were the ones who found me and they helped me make the transition from movie monsteress to becoming my OWN woman.

Anyway, although I've changed greatly on the inside, I've barely let it shown on my outer being, so my parents would not notice. Yet.

One day, I plan on revealing the real me.

I'll tell them how I really feel about the way they treat me-like I'm still a kid…how they keep trying to control my life and decide my future.

I also plan on giving them a complete picture of what I really want for myself and for the rest of my life, which would be something along the lines of heading back to college or university to get some qualifications and broaden my horizon so that I can start a new career maybe and discover more about myself.

I mean, who knows what hidden talents are lurking inside my psyche?

However, going back to school is only the first step in my plan of rebellion and seeking a normal life.

It'll take a lot more than that to deter my parents from their goal and to really make some serious, concrete changes in my life on a whole, But I'm gonna give it a shot sooner or later.

Maybe sooner.

And when I do, my folks won't know what the hell hit them.