i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her….
And yet… she’s my mum, i love her… But god how i hate the fact she always have to be right. How she does it on purpose, talking in front of me and other people about homosexuality, just to see what im gonna say. I hate the fact she wants to make up new rules every day, just to prove herself she’s still in control. I hate the fact she can’t accept I don’t need her anymore, not in the same way as before anyway.
I love what we were. I hate what we’ve become. Maybe it is my fault in a way. But I’m no teenager just wanting to feel rebelious. I’m no teenager anyway! I just wish she could understand I know my self well enough now to know what I want to do. Ok, I’ll make mistakes, get lost sometimes. Whatever, I’m still young. I’m not a kid, but I’m still young, and I’m learning. But I can’t learn and evolve if she won’t let me live!