I am writing this here because of my mother. My mother, I hate you; my mother, I dislike you; my mother, you are the w0rst human ever. Since I was young, my mother loves swearing and fighting with my dad. I swear I tried my best to understand her and love her, but it seems impossible. Thanks to her, my depression keeps getting worse. I know she hates me so much; that’s probably because I love my dad more from day one. I can never open up to her because she will still insult and swear at me. I told her already that if I end up k•••ng myself, she is the cause, and I really do hope I don’t do that. She h8tes me to the extent that she keeps saying she won’t be available for my happy day even if she is still alive, and I won’t have a happy family myself.
I am so scared of having a family like mine. I will think about the chances of getting married so I won’t have to give birth to an unhappy child like me. Life seems unbearable for me. I wish I had a good mother, at least. Maybe I am just the bad luck here. I really pray she won’t push me to end my life myself. If you are a lady, please, try to be a good mother to your children. It is not only about providing. I pray other children don’t get a mother like mine.
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