Okay, So I am glad Mike was worried about me. It makes me feel loved. But I can tell you, I am becoming very depressed, being home all the time, with my mother, while she tried to corupt my mind with peach colored makeups, and being feminine, when I know I am beautiful away from all of that. I am beautiful with the mystique I hold, with the dark eyes and the dark hair.. but she does not see that, bringing me to be this 'creature' of pink makeups, making my eyes look heavy and fake. My skin, plastered and colorful. It is hell. I was quite happy with myself before all of her presuming shit went about.