I hate my mom. From the time she blamed all my problems on anxiety, from the time she threatened to take away my door over a messy room, from the three times she caught me smoking, from the time she threatened to take away my door over me accidentally slamming it, from the time she yelled over simple mistakes of mine, from the time she made me feel like I was a burden, from the time she violated my privacy by refusing to leave my room when I was changing. I could go on for hours about how much I hate her. I'm so close to crashing out on her. She yells at me about milk left in a bowl, which I know for sure I put in the sink. She's never had a problem with this until now. It's like she's just looking for a reason to yell. I hate her and her fucking unbearable personality. She threatens to take away my privacy and wonders why I smoke. Yelling won't ever make me quit; actual support will.