i hate seeing bad parents. i hate seeing them yell at their kids. i hate seeing them abuse their kids. i hate seeing them threaten their kids. i saw that today, and it made me lose any appetite. that shit makes me absolutely sick. i can't imagine what kind of individual that child is going to grow up and be, but i like to think they'd posses the same sort of personality malfunctions that i do. we're nearly one in the same.
i hate when my mom cries. i hate when my mom gets frustrated. i feel like she's gone through enough in her life to pay off another two, and she just shouldn't ever have to feel sad or like she can't be helped or anything ever again. i hate making my mom feel bad, because she is really all i've got anymore, and she's really all i ever needed to begin with.
i hate being analyzed. i know who i am, and i know where i'm headed, and i don't need you to answer either of the questions. i don't want to hear who you think i am, or how you think i go about things, or what i think about in my free time, or where i work, or what i'm paid, or why i hate winter and my hands are always cold, or why i don't like smiling in pictures anymore, or why i don't really find anyone else funny, or why i'm almost always mad about something, or why i can't trust anyone. i don't want to know how the public views me, because it is most definitely always wrong.
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