Is it but a wish?

I always wished that my mom would someday be my best friend and confidante. I've always dreamed of telling her all my problems and all the things that are troubling me now and then. But I think that it won't come true anymore. We always quarrel over some simple things. In the end, I always lock myself up in my own personal world -in my bedroom. And in that safe place, I would shed my tears until I'll feel quite okay. Never did a day pass if we didn't get into an argument. I really can't understand her. If I'll voice out my opinion and explain my side, she snaps that I'm reasoning out again. I really despise the moment when we start screaming at each other. Because of this, I don't want to go home anymore because there's this feeling that I am unwanted, as if I don't belong there and they don't need me. My family, especially mom, always compares me to my older brother which makes me sick. To them, the family would be much better without me. How I longed for the day when we'll just smile and talk to each other nicely like the normal parent-child stuffs. To her, I'm a problem child and to me, she's the mother that I've always wished to be my greatest friend. But I guess the possibility of this wish is down at 0%. Now that things are getting a lot worse.