Locomotive, That's a Train, am I Painting a Picture of What's in My Brain?

Another argument with my mother. Even more petty reasons.

See, in an awkward breakfast with my mother and my friend who had spend the night, she mentioned that i needed to wash my hair today (duh) (as if i was going anywhere with gross hair). At least, that's what i heard in my totally disassociated state.
If I'm disassociated, I easily miss things unless they're stated directly to me.
Which is what i guess happened this time.

So i put up my hair and sprayed some dry shampoo in it. We're driving to her house and back, not like we're gonna see any other people. fine right?

We were ready to take my friend home when my mom stops me at the door and says "I told you that you're not leaving the house until you wash your hair."

Okay, Alright. I'm calm. I try to explain, and she's not having it. I'm pissed, so I just go "Fine. Fine. I'll stay here for this petty reason."

As soon as they leave, I run off into the woods and sit down and cry and punch a tree. I doesn't even seem like a big deal at all, I'm just so MAD that she always does this. She casually mentions something, then makes a HUGE deal out of it when I didnt understand what she meant.

I dug into my arm pretty good while i was out there. stupidly. I just wanted her to feel bad i guess.

I stayed out there for about an hour, trying to calm myself down watching Dan and Phil. They helped a lot.

I go back home, she's not home yet, so I just go upstairs and sit and do nothing for about five hours.

We're having another 'family' therapy session tomorrow. I am... not excited.

This whole week has just felt like a piece of crap. I couldnt sleep. Even when i got to hang out with one of my best friends, I was feeling all weird like I didnt want to be touched or have anything or anyone make noise, even when we were just watching a movie. And anyone who knows me is aware that I am always down for a cuddle puddle.

It's just... been weird. Everything is all jumbled together. It's too hot, uncomfortable. Like all my pieces are fit together upside down. I'm never awake. I cant pull myself out.