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I finally told some people excerpts of my rocky relationship with my mom. Although they didn't hear the full story, I finally... Well, got some of the weight off my chest. So... To get the whole thing off, I've decided to tell a little bit more... Note: Don't take this post for granted, I thought for a long time for this post.
My mom isn't the kind of demented mom like some out there. She's the kind that won't listen to me. The kind that won't... How do I say it... Doesn't get on very well. Every time I see her, we'll be screaming at each other, lunging at other's throat. My friends don't see it when we're together because we're actually hiding it. And she doesn't really care about me. I can't remember the time she bought something nice for me, without me asking her. She didn't even buy a birthday present for me when I turned twelve. She promised me something and she'll forget about it two minutes later. I hate it when she does that.
Argh, I can't type anymore... Too angry and argh...