Mom,
I honestly hate and love you.
You made me feel like shit. You embarrassed me. You're the reason I never had many friends. You never accepted me for anything. You always told me I was wrong. You yelled at me for crying most of the time. But you were there for me a few times, and I love you for that. I love the few memories of when you used to be sympathetic. You did care, and you did the best you could as a mother. I know I overreacted. I'm sorry mom.
YOU ARE READING
Notes
RandomThese are just notes that I want to write to a few people that I know. Friends. Family. They don't know about this account so I hope they find this book in a few years or something like that. Right now idk if they're Suicide notes or just notes to...
