..because my house is not a home.

I hate my mother. I just don't understand how a living, breathing human being could possibly be so god damn stupid and ignorant. If she would stop nagging for maybe five seconds of her life, then maybe, just maybe, there would be a little more peace in the house. I just can't wait for college, when I can finally get out of this hell hole. At this point, I'm not even asking for her to be my friend. I just want her to let me have some peace&quiet in my life. I'm sick & tired of locking myself up in my room everytime she's around. I just want to feel comfortable being in my own house.