I've retreated to my room and taken hostage all of the pizza in the house because I honestly plan to hole myself up in here for the rest of the day. It's sad. ._.
Long story short, I have a lot of little issues with my mother but I always feel like I don't have the right to criticize her for them because she's had to deal with all kinds of shit that I will never have to deal with my whole life. Basically: her problems >>>>>>>>>>> my problems
But I argued with her over something very small (because I'm selfish and belligerent and I can't help but argue when I'm bothered by something), but then the small issue blew up into a very big one once my mom started yelling at me about her childhood and how lucky I am in comparison and how I take it all for granted, etc etc
Which is all technically true. But at the same time, I KNOW I'm not a particularly horrible daughter and that the things I complain about are the things that a lot of other people my age complain about. (Which is essentially that I don't like being told what to do anymore.)
But I also know that my mother is much more fragile than most other mothers and that the burden on my shoulders is heavier because of it. (and I accepted this burden willingly when I told my mom that I wished to hear about her childhood.) So I know I have to be more careful than most, but it's hard.
I don't know. It's all so complicated. I guess for now, I'll just eat my pizza and watch youtube videos and hope my best friend calls me back so that I can wail to him over the phone. *sigh*