and you wonder why i keep to myself
thanks mom, i feel so unloved right now you always know how to make me feel unloved. my aunt was talking about how she became a mother figure to a girl who lost her mother, it was very nice and i’m happy my aunt has someone like that, because i can’t be in florida with her. so my mother said “i wish i had a kid like that. my kids hate me. they’re rotten little brats who are too different from me to get along with, they don’t even try to get along with me.”
i wish i had a kid like that.
really, mom. you have two daughters who are successful, artistic, smart, hard working and respectful. all we ever try to do is please you or at least try to get you to be proud of us. but you can’t accept that we’re different then you.
we try, and i try so hard, i sit threw your freaking romance movies and reality shows to the point that i can feel my iq dropping and then you kick me out. i always want to go shopping with you but you always leave without me or without telling me. i ask to help you cook, but you refuse to teach me and kick me out. you’ve kicked me out of the car in bad neighborhood and made me walk home simply because you didn’t like the radio station we put on. you complain to everyone that i never crochet or knit you anything, yes because the 4 crochet scarfs, 2 knit scarfs mean nothing, and so do the panda, purple jellyfish, bat, and several other crochet dolls that you returned to me saying “why would i want something like this crap” mean absolutely nothing.
i’ve tried and tried and i will keep trying until you accept me. i am not a bad daughter. you are the worst mother, you don’t even deserve to be called mom.
(Source: ninjamew)
