can't understand my mom.

I can't.
I go along with everything, my mom calls me a zombie, and wishes I had a mind of my own.
I don't go along with everything, my mom calls me stubborn and wishes I'd do as she says.
I wear pufume, my mom makes fun of me.
I don't, and she scolds me for not.
I don't do my government homework, and she says it reflects badly on her.
I do do my government homework, and she says that she'd rather I do my math.
I want to finish a knitting project so I can start a new one, she tells me not to.
I start a new knitting project without finishing the other one, she tells me not to.
I want to have a friend over, she says I can't.
I complain because I'm lonely, and she says that I should invite someone over.