Back to hating my life.

It's my mother. I can be in a good mood and she never failes at putting me back in the worst mood ever. She doesn't care about me, or how freaking depressed I am. She doesn't care that I sit at home alone everyday of my life. Not to mention, ever weekend I'm home alone all day and she doesn't even get home until 12:30 at night. Last night she came home at 10:30 and as soon as she got here she left and went to her friend's house. Then didn't come home until 3 in the morning. She doesn't even care that it bothers me. I mean, I never get to see my own mother, and she doesn't care to spend time with me. She knows that I never talk to anyone, go anywhere, or do anything. But she doesn't care. I ask if I can have a friend come over, and she says no. And I know it's just because she doesn't want them here. God forbid I have a friend over and have a good time. No, she wouldn't want that. I just wish she cared more. It's pathetic, really. I'm so tired of being alone all the freaking time. I hate my life.