I changed URL just so I could blog about my mum.
I don't want her to read this because she's a really great mother.
but I need to figure something out.
I hate her.
and I don't know why.

it's not like she gave me a bad childhood.
and I've never been beaten up by my parents. (maybe that'll explain my rotten behaviour)
she doesn't give me a curfew.
or calls me every half an hour when I'm out to shout "COME HOME NOW!"
in fact, she's very understanding towards my needs as a teenager (wtf).
and she's so open-minded that I can tell her "CHAO CHEEBAI" or "FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S P*SSY". (it's damn rude and vulgar, I know-- even to me)
and she will still reply, "your boyfriend got no dick!"
and I still don't know why I hate her.

sometimes I get mad at her for :
- providing my brother's friends with cigarettes. (they're only 13 or 14 and they can finish one pack in one night.)
- scolding us for not cleaning the house. (there's nothing to clean in the first place)
- scolding my dad when he doesn't pick up her calls.
- asking me to clean my room. (it's my own personal space, so just leave my room alone)
- always saying how similar I am to my dad. (I'd be happy with that comment, except that she means that I am a liar and I am stupid.)**I have a lot to say about this point**
- spending money on unnecessary stuff.

and there's a whole lot more.
but all tht doesn't make me hate her.
it's something else but i can't quite figure it out.
what the fuck is wrong with me.
I think I've some unknown mental disease.