Okay, so I just got a lecture from my sister that I was the one making my life difficult... after asking my mom to take a picture of me so that I could use it as a reference for an art project, and having to quit because she couldn't understand why I wanted her to take a picture of me. Seriously, it's not THAT HARD of a concept. I want a picture so that I can draw it and get my bodily proportions right without having to pose in front of a mirror. But does she get it? No.

"You said you wanted me to take a picture?"

"Wha-Oh, yeah, right. For my art project."

So we go into the living room, and I tell my mom to stand in a certain place so that she can get a good picture... and then she asks what I find to be a stupid question, since I had already explained it. Numerous times.

"What am I taking a picture of?"

"... Me. Now, I need you to stand here..."

And while I'm getting ready, I notice that mom's giving me that 'what the hell are you doing' stare, and I ask her what's wrong. She wants to know why I'm taking the picture. I tell her, AGAIN, that I need it as a reference for an art project, but evidently that's not enough for her "missing information". I ask what information she wants, and my sister pops into the conversation.

"What's the picture for? What art project?"

"Uhm... my art project... that I'm doing... for art?"

"Why do you need it?"

"It's a reference for my drawing..."

"What kind of drawing?"

"Graphite..." glance at my mother, and she's still looking at me stupidly, so I give up and decide to get back on the computer. Then, as I walk out of the room, sis starts lecturing me about how nobody else makes my life difficult, that it's all me, because I always avoid questions and push people away. Oh, and of course, to stop crying.

Now, in most blog cases this is where I tell you about how this is complete bullshit and tell you why. Well, I have to say, this is going to be like most blogs in that aspect.

First of all, no, it's not just me that makes my life difficult. My control-freak mother also lends a part to that. And I'm sorry that I don't like someone trying to pry/control every part of my frakkin LIFE. That's part of being RECLUSIVE.

Also, I'm a pretty reclusive person, and I'm fzcking SORRY if I don't find certain personal problems - i.e. SCHOOL WORK - to be important/interesting enough to bother my family with. My grades, my homework, my projects... they are MINE to deal with in whatever ways I please. If I need help, I'll ask for it. I'm also one of those people that will deal with a situation as it is, but that's more because I'm a coward than anything else.

And, lastly, I'm freakin SORRY that I can't control my tearducts. If I could, I would have them removed. But I can't, so every time I get frustrated or angry or whatever, I have to deal with the waterworks. And somebody always points it out, which doesn't help me stop, it only makes it WORSE. It's like gravity in cartoons. If you don't acknowledge it, it'll go away.