I feel terrible.

Well, I mean, I'm going to a psychiatrist therapist (pfft, they're completely different things) and everything and I think she's going to help me, but my mom keeps making me feel bad about like religion and stuff. And I don't know, she keeps saying we're growing apart and I'm like "mom, I'm right here."

I know that's not what she means, but still, I don't know how else to phrase it. Like she's afraid I'm going to leave her or something. And she made me go to church (doesn't she get I don't fucking believe in God?) over the weekend, right? And she starts crying and I go "mom, please stop crying, I hate to see you cry," and she goes "we're growing apart, look at you with your yellow hair and black clothes." And I'm like WTF. What does that have to do with ANYTHING? The thing that bothered me the most though was that like, what I wear and look like is the way I express myself. The way I want people to see me. If I can't express myself, I'd be much more miserable. I waer what I wear because I feel good wearing it, not to spite her or anything. And it's not like I wear black ALL the time. -.- :/
Whatever. It really sucks feeling like this. I know a lot of you have it worse, but it still sucks.