Mi Madre

My mom hates me. I know I am saying the ultimate teenager line but she hates me. She really has a problem with me being happy. If I laugh too much she has a problem. She starts whining about how I don't care about any of the problems we are going through. She yells at me for everything. She lectures me 24 hours. She has a problem with everything I do. I can't even put my finger on my lips because according to her it's a bad thing. I am 18 years old and she is ready to send me away to college but she can't even let me put my finger on my lips. She wouldn't let me get a job because she is afraid guys would swallow me ( thanks mom I do have that effect on the male species) but seriously!!!! But she doesn't mind me going away from her and I guess she trusts me enough to be safe. Same goes for my dad who has a problem with me putting my hair down ( I know my hair is beautiful enough to tempt a saint) but seriously again. But he too also wants to send me away to Harvard. So back to my mom everything my little brother does wrong it's my fault. I can't even yell at him, he doesn't listen to anything I say. She never yells at him but when he does something wrong it's my fault. Uhh from now on I will take notes on everything she does wrong. So when my brother ends up in prison I won't forget anything I needed to say to her. I am so angry. I love her so much but I dislike her too. I am so angry if it was upto me I will send both her and my brother to rehab with Britney Spears. Because they need it more than her. Good night!