I live with my parents, so we spent the day Under the same ceiling. I gave her my annual hug. I can't say I love her. Damn, even saying I like her is an overstatement. It's hard to live with her because she has a preconceived idea of what I should do with my life, and I'm totally lost at the moment. The way she sees my future and the pressure on me surely don't help. I've been depressed for over a year, and she calls me schizophrenic, autist and a psychopath on a weekly basis. She belittles my opinions, ridicules any idea of what to do if it's different from what she think I should do, dismisses my feelings and has proven several times that she is not reliable (imagine how hard it is to feel the necessity to hide most of your life from a person you live with). She doesn't know I am depressed and bisexual, and I would never feel comfortable enough to tell her. The worst part of it all is that I see a lot of her in myself, and she also notices it (stubbornness, paranoia, arrogance and the constant use of irony), which makes me hate myself. On top of that, the day ended with her crying for me not loving her. She is not a bad person, I just think she doesn't think much before saying hurtful this and can't understand me at all.

I'm sorry for the rant, I just wanted to take this out of my chest. Everyone I know would probably dismiss what I said or not care, so this place full of anonimous people seemed like the ideal place to do so. The mods can delete my comment if they wish, as this went far from the original post and it became not so casual.