I hate the woman who gave birth to me. I’m 12 years old and you’d be thinking I’d hate her for stupid reasons. Yea, yea… you’re probably right. But it’s a whole new concept in my world. Ever since I was six, I had been slapped on the face… hit and locked in the basement… dark. No, I don’t have a phobia of darkness after that but it’s something I will never forget. I’m still cooling off right now, she almost threw a remote control at me.
Yea, I have a grayed up life now. And when I see my comment up later… I’d be thinking how stupid I was to post it up because… I’d be loving my mom then. How messed up is this?
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lol well samething is happening to me…was so close to my mum but then after she came back from abroad i fought wif her and left home since then….been almost 2 months living outside the house (my dad’s friend..hes a cool guy
so dw its all cool man…we will fight one day and forgive each other the other day .
sincere N.M