Why do I hate my mum? I don’t know. Maybe because I feel like I am a product of her own insecurity. No you can’t do this no you can’t do that. Always no can’t. I F****** HATE IT. I’ve left home, I live now in the other side of the country. She calls now and then, only to tell ,e how to live my life here. I’m not your prodigy F*** OFF. I actually don’t like talking to you anyway. Get a f****** boyfriend you dumb f***, yeah I’m your only child but my life can’t be a module for your on security. When I was a teenager you’d be like I wish you were 2 years old again. 2 f****** years old? What was I a f****** accecory you could play barbie with? F*** of what the f*** is wrong with you? I’d be so glad to never speak to my parents again. Period.
