I can’t stand my mother. I can’t believe that I am part of her. She is everything that I DON’T want to be, and everything she does, she alienates people, even her own son who hasn’t talked to her in years, and now she’s doing the samn to me and Christ I can’t take this anymore. I swear, if she says one more condescending thing to me, I’m going to cut all of her bed sheets, bleach her clothes, switch her hair dye with orange, scratch all of her CDs, and empty out all of the wine and beer in the house. I can’t stand her, if I have to stay in this house very much longer with her manipulative ways, one of us is going to get hurt. I can get along with everyone but her, but she can’t get along with anyone, not my father or brother or stepfather or grandparents or her friends at work or my stepfather’s children. She can’t get along with anyone! Once I finish college, I’m never going to see her again, I’m going to move away and never call her or write, because that bitch only cares about getting back at my father and my father doesn’t give a damn…She needs to die already, that fat bitch.