~nods, listening to secondhand serenade~ depressing band..... ~turns up screamo~ Anger.......
Why must life be so confusing ;~~;

/turns up Nirvana and Three Days Grace and Lacuna Coil and Avenged Sevenfold

Works like zen.

Sandy: Do you think you could show your mom this? (or rewrite it with out the swearing if she is that kind of person)

I've never read that... what's it about? (*is interested because it's relevant to me*)

I wish my parents were like that... my dad is, for some reason, too "in awe" of me to treat me like he treats my brother, who isn't as academic or "talented" (=_= yeah right, I'm talented) as I am and he tends to lose his patience with him quicker, but my mom, god, I wish she was honest and critical of things that are actually REAL. I need to hear about my bad points, not stupid "gaunt" crap and "skinny" crap that she makes up to make me feel better--it only messed with my head.

I highly doubt that it would do anything. I've told her so, SO many times to stop--she's not one of those people, a my-way-or-the-highway, bossy, stubborn person who refuses to listen to others. She will do what she believes is clever, smart, whatever, even if it means her driving off a bridge into a minefield and no one will be able to talk her out of it. There's no point in repeating stuff I've tried desperately to tell her--there's just this massive communication rift between us. She sees me as the bad guy, like I'm doing stuff "on purpose," and she overthinks and twists everything I do so that somehow I'm "out to get her," while here I am, thinking this... :I The communication between us is atrocious. Her and ANYONE, really. With my dad, it's a different story though because we share so many personality traits--him and I don't even have to talk. He's come up to me after my mom has called me gaunt and sickly thin and told me with a lopsided grin, "Yeah, unm... you know she's just messing with you, right? None of that stuff is remotely true."
(*ultimate facepalm at my mom*)

OK, I'm not being discreet, but telling the truth. YOUR WRITING AND DRAWING IS FREAKING AWESOME YOU ARE DEFINITELY TALENTED.
The story won't be really relatable to you, I don't think, but it's sweet. Sal's mother Chanhassen, usually nicknamed Sugar, wants to find her cousin to tell her who she really is. At some point when she announced that she wanted to leave, she says she's rotten. Her husband refuses to say that. And she went, "Look, you won't even call me rotten!"

Then why does your dad not do anything?:eek::(:confused::mad:

Awww yeah, Nirvana, TDG, AS... yes.

I'm blasting my German metal that my family laughs at (although I'm pretty sure my dad secretly likes it a lot because he is the one who introduced me to it). I get teased soooo much for my music--ever since I stopped listening to pop and went off into my own style. =_= And then they get mad at me for listening to my headphones so much. And then my headphones get taken away. So now, I have $800 headphones that I don't even use because "I can't hear people while I listen to them." YOU DON'T SAY? I think that's the POINT? o_O
Ugh... just... ugh. I'm pretty much mad about everything right now. ._.

Like I said, he shares a lot of my personality traits... this means that he doesn't like the mother-daughter realtionship we have, nor does he understand it or believe that it will ever come to a resolve. And we don't really do stuff that we believe to be futile. -_-
In reality, he's helping a lot simply by NOT being like my mom. Me and him rely completely on rationality and logic until mom comes home in a spinning rage of emotional dependency and disorients us with her LACK of logic and ration to the point where we can't even see straight.

In short... he's scared. x_x

Ohhhhh, that make sense. Hey, do you wan't my email, cuz I'd be glad to give you it, because sometimes I don't come on WB/KP...