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I hate her so much. Don’t give me that “she’s you mom, don’t say stuff like that” bullshit. I fucking want to slice her throat. She puts me through hell day in and day out. If she doesn’t die soon, I might. I’m so done with feeling worthless and pathetic. I see others parents and its like….what the fuck. Why does my mom have to be the one. She’s a fucked up woman. This is a fucked up world. I hate it and I WANT OUT. I don’t care what it takes. I’m not strong. It hurts and it shows but she doesn’t care how much it hurts. She hates me. I’m not lexie. I’m not perfect….I wish I was but I’m not. I’M NOT A FUCKING ROBOT FOLKS. I try sooo hard to please that woman but she doesn’t even notice. I do everything she asks. Yes I do bitch at her sometimes because I get fed up with this shit all the time. I’m hated everywhere I go and the ONE FUCKING PERSON that supposed to love me and care about me, DOESN’T, and what makes it 10 times worse? I spent all weekend with my best friend. I had the best weekend I’ve had in a very long time. We were happy and having fun every second of every day since Friday evening. It was amazing. And tonight, my mom pissed me off when she called, and I snapped on my best friend, and accused her of stuff she probably never even said, that I probably fucking imagined in my fucked up mind, and I pissed her off. I’m good at fucking shit up right? I apologized to her, and she forgave,but I know I still hurt her feelings, and you never really forgive someone for hurting you emotionally. I thought about what I said to her, and I think how shitty I feel when people yell at me, and I feel awful….I feel like I’m going to end up old, bitter, angry, and alone with no friends or family who care about them… Just like my mom will. I don’t want to be like my mom. I want people to think of me and say “she’s really nice” not “she’s a fucking cunt”. I just want it to stop so badly. All the pain, stress, anger…all of it.
When people say something along the lines of ‘I need to talk to you’ or ‘can I ask you something’.
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