What I can't understand is why you can't accept me for me. You think everything about me is wrong, and just wish that I was that pretty preppy girl that goes out with the star quaterback on the football team that everyone wishes that they were. I'm sorry to dissapoint you, but thats not me. Thats not my personality, and I'm not just gonna change because you don't like who I am. You might be my grandmother and yes, I do love you, but why must you be so judgemental because of the way I dress and the way I look? Just because you grew up in a time where everyone wore dresses and were girly and such, doesn't mean that that has to rub off on me. Its just not how it works. I look at you when you look at me, and I can see the disgust in your eyes how much you hate the way I am and how much you hate the fact that I didn't turn out the way YOU wanted me to. I don't understand why you can't just be like Mom and understand that I'm not gonna be like that. I wish you wouldn't be so close-minded and think that everything everyone else does is wrong and your always right. I wish you could just accept who I am and the fact that I'm not the cheerleader that has the perfect boyfriend that plays football. Its not how it works, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm not the girl you want me to be. I hate when I come to your house, I have to pretend I'm something that I'm really not and I hate it. I wish you could read everything I'm typing, considering the fact that you don't listen to me when I try to be mature about things like this with you like you asked me to. Maybe everything would get through to your head (even though its something that I truely highly doubt). I guess its just too much to ask for. I honestly don't know. Maybe someday you'll change, but after 58 years of having the same morals and high expectations, you most likely won't. Considering the fact you did the same exact thing to my Mom. And you wonder why you and Mom got into so many fights. It just wasn't because of the whole fact that Mother's and Daughter's fight a lot, its because your judgemental. You try to lead everyone elses life like its your own, you always tell people what to do and expect things to come out okay. Sometimes, you just need to learn to but out of other peoples lives and let them make their own decisions and learn from their own mistakes. In the mall, you see the kids wearing parachute pants and TRipp pants and you think that they are "hoodlums" when they really aren't. Like I said, your judgmental against people you know, and people you don't know. And like I said, I wish that you could read this and see how I really felt.