I hate my mother

I Hate my Mom. We have absolutely nothing in common.
Every time I see my mother I think “bitch!”.
I can’t remember the last time I hugged my mom or did any of that stuff. I hate her.
She’s always making me do stupid things that she’s too lazy to do.
She never did nothing for me.
She ever screms.
She’s always obsessed with me.
She obsesses.

My mother have not friends. She isn’t nice.
I tell her what she does but she don’t cares about it.
My mom was once complaining to her sister about how awful I am to her.
I’m nice to everyone but her because I don’t give a damn about her, I hate her guts… She always tries to start conversations with me at the worst times.
She’s stupid.
She’s dangerous.
She’s a bad person.
She isn’t my mom, she is something to hard for me.
She hurts me.

God, please, take her a soon is possible!

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