PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*NOTE This is a lot of bitching right here. If you don't enjoy bitching please move on.* My parents are pissing me off. Really my family in general. It's not just me being a teenager. My family is seriously bugging me. First of all, my younger sister. Some people would say it's just a clash of personalities, but those people don't live in my mind. I am one of those people you could describe as a control freak. I like things to go the way I do it because I feel that I could do it in a more efficient or better way. My sister is one of those people that doesn't help my "condition." She does things slowly and inefficiently. She always needs help with her homework and doesn't retain skills especially in math. She doesn't act like an 11-year-old. She frustrates me to the max. I can hardly stand to be around her. I seriously need to see a pyschologist or something. I'm messed up. Second of all, my parents are on my case all the time. 1st, it was because I coughed. "You're getting sick!!!! You need to go to bed earlier!!! You should this!!!! You shouldn't that!!!" I coughed once. 2nd, I have finally found a hobby. (I'm always bored. I'm not easily challenged. My parents were forever trying to find a hobby for me.) It's painting. I love painting. My stuff is odd. It's nowhere near conventional art. My parents don't understand it and probably don't really care for it. Anywho! I paint often. I normally paint kinda late at night (9-11 P.M.). Not always though. It's just that one painting takes a while. If I start it at 8, it won't be done for another hour or two. I would think that they should be glad that I have found a hobby. It's better than having me rot my brain out on tv or something. The second part of that is this situation. So the current painting I'm working on is pretty cool. I got this really cool brown color from my water. I decided to layer it on to the painting for a really cool old-look for the white spots. I didn't know that one section of the paint was still pretty wet. I just went along "painting" the water on the paper. I got into the wet paint and it went all over sections that were supposed to be "painted" with water. So I had to mop it up off the paper. They yelled at me to go to bed. After I got it all fixed, I had to wait for it all to dry. By that time, it was too late to stay up and wait for it to dry. So I wrote a note and set it on top of the water. The gist of it was this "Don't dump this water. If you do, you will regret it. It's very important to me. I don't care if you are my parent. Just don't touch it." Sure it's a little mean, but it gets the point across. The water was key to the painting. My mom got all defensive: "You shouldn't write stuff like that. It's not very nice." Or something like that. I understand that I could have written it in a nicer way, but I was completely pissed by then because of them yelling their asses off at me. I didn't need them yelling at me. I was frustrated. I just wanted to work on my painting. Painting is like a relaxation technique for me. Some people take up yoga; I paint. Planning it out, mixing the colors, adjusting the original design to fix mistakes, displaying my feelings, opinions, thoughts, randomness, etc., in a way that is not obvious. It's a great stress reliever. My parents just don't understand. Nobody in my family understands. I'm kinda like the ugly duckling of the family. I'm weird. I don't really fit in. I don't really fit in anywhere. I'm just so different. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally proud of my difference. The last thing I want to be is normal. I just---------I don't know. Excuse my rambling/bitching/trying to figure out life............ ~Sarah*