I hate fighting. Fighting is bad. It's what I seen my whole childhood. I hate anger. I despise being angry. It all makes me think back to "him" and then I cower, somewhere, and cry. And feel 10 times worse. And if that isn't bad enough, mom always makes me feel bad. Especially when she cries and tells me how horrible I've treated her. Umm....EXCUSE ME?!?! I've done horribly by you..OH PLEASE! She guilt trips me and I hate it. And I am the one who always apologizes.
But what do I do about it? I tell her what bothers me but yet, it doesn't matter. It never does. I don't matter. I'm just plain and simply worthless. All I do is cause problems. Me and my attitude. Who am I to argue with someone? I should just keep my mouth shut, hold it all inside, and act like everything is peachy.
So, to my mother, I give you these:




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