My mother is psychotic. In some ways I actually hate her. I get scared whenever she walks up the stairs. She is always yelling and complaining about her job and she blames me for everything wrong in her life. My parents just got into an argument and it was bad. She poured a water bottle on my head after I was showered and cleaned. I always wonder why other people seem to have such great lives and I got stuck here. I know I don’t have cancer or anything but still. I don’t deserve this. I hope one day I am able to provide a loving and caring home that I was never able to receive. Sometimes she is my best friend tho. I hate going into school and acting like everything is ok when it isn’t. I have a tendency to care too much about what other people think about me. I wish I didn’t feel the need to lie about what is going on at home.