I want to warn you right now, this section has some strong language in it. Read at your own risk.
Since I was five, I've always liked my father more than my mother. My mother would always treat me like shit because I have my father's personality. Since then I've hated my mother. My rage has grew for 9 years, and I don't know when I'll blow up. I keep trying to stay positive, but my mother just ruins everything. My life has been a living hell ever since I was 5, and my mom still doesn't do anything about it. I know I sound like a bitch for dissing my mom, but she stabbed me. She still hasn't apologized for all the pain she caused me. That's why I hate my mom and people who are like my mom: fake pieces of shit who act nice to your face and talk shit about you behind your back, lies to you, and believes the world revolves around you.
Thanks for reading, and as always: Until next time peoples.
