Hated

I know you probably think I'm crazy..but I hate my mom. It started when I was 10 years old. I slapped my brother because he was really annoying. He grinned at me, it was funny. He took my valuables and broke them. He tore my diary. It was all I had from my grandma. She died then 2 month ago.

at first I cried a lot, but later I felt the hatred that grew more and more.My brother teased me everyday.
And my mother was the worse. She didn't give attention at me. Never.
She screamed at me. She screamed the horrible things at me.You're a mistake. What are you doing here, no one want you. She laughed when I felt. She had never been angry, but she did't show any emotions. Thats was de worst thing. I never knew what I was doing wrong or right. I just a child. I just wanted someone to love me, love me and hug me, but that was difficult.

When I was 10 years old, I realized that my life was a big mistake. I hated my of family. And myself because I was one