She's really making me annoyed, sad, and nervous. I can never say anything to her, because I'll get in trouble for nothing. I try to tell her about how I roleplay and it strengthens my writing skills, and then, she yells it's frying my brain and when I try to explain, she yells "Shut up!". And I try to tell her how I miss my best friend who moved, and she was all: "Shut up. Your 11. You shouldn't be crying about some boy moving. Grow up.". She don't understand me, and it's hurting.
Telling me to talk to her and explain how I feel is as good as jumping off a building. Been there, done that. The only thing I can think of is to move in with my dad. He's extremely kind and understanding. But then I still love my mom, even though she makes me feel bad most of the time, there are times when she is fun and I absolutely love her. Thats why I cry at night, too.
I try to explain how books take you on another adventure and can give you feelings, like a friendship, towards the main character. Her responce:
"It's just a book. You read it, your not supposed to have feelings for it. Your not normal."
Why does she tell me to let my imagination and dreams soar when they are anchored down because of her? My dad is completely understanding of what I say though. So Is my sister, and neither live with me. I'm stuck in this house that she never lets me out of with her. I mean, we just sit here. All week. Untill I go to my granparents/school/grocery store. I'm sick of this life. It's because of HER that I have no life. She's anchorin' down my dreams and my hope. Slowly draining it outta me.
Telling me to talk to her and explain how I feel is as good as jumping off a building. Been there, done that. The only thing I can think of is to move in with my dad. He's extremely kind and understanding. But then I still love my mom, even though she makes me feel bad most of the time, there are times when she is fun and I absolutely love her. Thats why I cry at night, too.
I try to explain how books take you on another adventure and can give you feelings, like a friendship, towards the main character. Her responce:
"It's just a book. You read it, your not supposed to have feelings for it. Your not normal."
Why does she tell me to let my imagination and dreams soar when they are anchored down because of her? My dad is completely understanding of what I say though. So Is my sister, and neither live with me. I'm stuck in this house that she never lets me out of with her. I mean, we just sit here. All week. Untill I go to my granparents/school/grocery store. I'm sick of this life. It's because of HER that I have no life. She's anchorin' down my dreams and my hope. Slowly draining it outta me.