kushielsscion

Being hated by one's own mother is a difficult thing to live with, even when said mother is worthless and hates you because you are not.

It's bad enough that after a nice night certain songs I heard on my way home led me to think about my ex-girlfriend and had me dwelling on how much I miss the good times, and how fucked up I feel about the bad times. But then I have to come home to find my mother had wrecked a brand new car my sister gave her because she was blitzed out of her mind again. Trying to check on her leads to her screaming about how she hopes I catch AIDS and die, her taunting me with the knowledge (unknown to me until now, and I'm still not sure if it's more than bullshit) that some childhood illness(?) has left me sterile and unable to have kids, and then she decided to start pushing and hitting me.

And people wonder why I don't believe in God.