She hates me. My own mother hates me. I can never do
anything right. It’s like I’m falling into a black pit with her. Nothing I do is
ever good enough. I’m here crying my eyes out; because I told her I left my
phone at crew, at the wrong time. I have to plan things out with her, instead
of being a daughter and just telling her what happened. Why doesn’t she like
me? I don’t know what her problem is? I try and try and try and every time, she
finds an error in what I do and makes me feel bad about it. Well, not anymore.
I will not let her get to me anymore. I will stay calm, and just ignore
everything she says about me. She can call me stupid, dumb, ass-a-nine,
moronic, or any other word she wants to call me. It won’t make a difference.
From now on, SHE IS NOTHING TO ME.
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