The frustrations

As of right now, I am so frustrated with myself.  I'm back from college (on break) and am going into my usual moody semi-depression that always occurs when I'm away from my besties at school.  Though I felt that this break was better than the past.  This, however, is not the case.  I've been home for about 2 and a half days, and I've already managed to make my mom cry.  Seriously.   It all started because I feel that my family keeps babying me; they keep asking me if I'm cranky and if everything is alright.  Apparently I just always have a sour look on my face (which I 100%-honest-to-God did not realize).  It just drives me insane.  And my twin sister, also back from college, keeps saying things like, "You should do this..." or "You could do this..." or "Why don't you do this...".  Thank you.  At one point in my life, I probably needed that.  Not even joking.  I needed someone to tell me what to do.  But now, after a year and a half of college (on my own, by MYSELF), I feel that this is not only unnecessary but also extremely demeaning and frustrating.  This morning, at church of all places, my family was going on about how cranky I was (though I had just finished having a rather cheerful conversation with my sister about Christmas movies).  So, being frustrated and angry, as well as on the verge of tears myself, I sat down and sent a text as my Facebook status about how I wanted to be back at Ames.  When my mom saw this status a few hours later, she cried.  And, according to my fabulous, "mini-mom" sister, talked about kicking me out.  She also removed me as a friend on Facebook.  Even after going to her room and apologizing, I still feel like a horrible person.  Most likely because I am.  Which sucks, because everyone at school always tells me how nice I am.  And I usually scoff it off.  Now I have a real reason.  So, we are sitting at T-minus 5 days until Christmas, and I definitely am deserving of some coal.  I feel like I've regressed  to my bratty 6th-grade self who tried my best to pick arguments with my mom.  Great.  I get angry because I feel like my family doesn't realize how much I've grown and then chose the most infantile reaction to this anger.  Can you say hypocrite?