Saturday, 22 January 2011
06:26:01 PM (GMT)
I hate you when you're drunk.
I hate you when you're sober.
I hate your insults.
I hate your expectations.
I hate your boyfriend.
I hate the bruises that he left.
I hate your selfish lifestyle.
I hate that I am your offspring.
I hate that you exist.
Where does my love for her fit into this?
I know you have enough stress without me adding to it.
I couldn't tell you that my mother and her boyfriend are
tearing me apart, to say the least. I couldn't tell you that
he hit me, and I wasn't strong enough to call the cops,
so someone else did it for me. I wasn't strong enough to
tell you that I was considering suicide every moment of every day.
I'm weak, and I expected you to be strong. It was wrong, and I'm sorry.
Last edited: 28 January 2011