Hey. I need some help on "appreciating life". My mom came home today, and I was sitting on the porch looking sad. She asked me my problem and I said I was bored. Then she started preaching to me that I didn’t appreciate life and didn’t appreciate god cause I didn’t appreciate life. She said she’d been through my situation, and she didn’t have books or people to tell her it’s going to be all right. She then ranted that unprivileged kids would love my life of computers and MTV (my words), and I should be more appreciative. I totally agree with her with everything, but how can I stop myself from being unhappy? I’m not rich (lower-middle class), I sit in my house all day, there are no girls for miles of here (all around me are boys), I’m not happy with my "friends" cause they don’t appreciate me, they just use me for an arm rest, "playfully" talk about me, and try to sink me into the world of gossip and mindless thinking. I have some "real friends", but they live miles from here and might think I’m crazy cause they have other friends and I don’t. I might’ve forced this loneliness upon myself, but I only did so I can save me, my character cause they violate my views constantly. On first sight I might seem like a bratty teenager who complains (and I’m not saying I’m not), but I just want to be happy and appreciate life. I want to be somewhere where somebody appreciates me. On first sight, I might seem selfish, which I am, but I just want to be happy I want to care about someone else, but I’ve cared and cared, and the caring hasn’t been returned. I live in Little Rock, AR, and not far from downtown where the fine arts scene is. My dad promised me to take me to a show, but his promises fall flat cause he’s a drunk. My mom tries her best, but I want to stop hurting her by my constant crying. I want to be happy in some way. Religion doesn’t help cause I’m confused from all the Sunday school brainwashing I’ve received (I remember they once said other cultures don’t count, only the "culture" of Jesus do). I’m sorry for the length and the slight pity stories but I just need some advice. I don't want to seem like I’m asking or begging you to pity me or feel sorry for me and I don't want you to think I'm just another "poser" for just signing up just cause the compassionate "hippie" knows all, just some honest advice.