how did it come to this?
FUCK my mother. i bloody HATE her. she can never leave me in peace. why is it other people's families are so different from mine? why is it my family cant be like theirs?
bloody bitch. the whole world is bout her. how she's in pain, how she's suffering, how she's miserable. what about ME? me, your daughter in case you've forgotten? how about how im in pain, how im suffering, how im so bloody fucking miserable?
i try so bloody hard to be nice to her, i try so frickin hard and in the end people still see me as this bloodless infillial piece of shit. because she's been feeding all of them lies. bloody fucking lies. i NEVER said all of those things they think i've said. but what's the use? nobody believes me. nobody ever does.
always complaining. she can never be satisfied. i'm always too loud, too soft, too harsh, too nice, too bloody imperfect. y dont she just get a robot for a daughter instead?
she's always running away from the things that matter. like being there for me. like being nice to me. always doing the things that dont with vigour. like cooking. she's always cooking. she's also always complaining about HER life. see? its always about her. only her.
her life's a sob story yada yada yada. oh wait, so is mine. mine is one cause of her. so it kinda links up huh? i dont fucking wanna know how she feels like hell or how she wants to kill herself/me/everybody else whenever we fight. this is not days of our lives. we dont need all the melodrama. why dont she just fucking grow up? we do not fight so i can hear what she has to say(and always repeat) about her miserable life. we fight because we dont agree on something. so just get the fuck out and fight over that. only.
fuck her and her excuses. im so bloody sick of it. im so tired of being always the one to be blamed. im so fucking tired of being viewed upon like some fuckin deliquent. fuck her and her lies.
im not a heartless bitch.
