That Woman...

Everyone has a mother... i happen to have a very irritating one... and when i say rritating, i mean SUPER irritating. She nags about everything... clothes, shoes, boys... and then she expects me to be close to her? NEVER! I shall never, not in a million years, treat her as a friend. That fine line i shall not cross. But as a daughter, i do have an obligation to take care of her and thats as far as it goes. I shall repay every deed in the form of help. Not because i love and respect her but because it is my duty to do so. My duty and heritage.

She has been putting me down ever since i was born. Picking on me, picking on me... and well, basically picking on me. Makes me think, i should have been born in another era where i might prove to be usefull instead of this mundane time wich demands hard work and zombie-like producivity... there is no more life in life,,, no more pride in work... no more joy in play... everythig is simulated and reduced into dribble by the god-forsaken government, Which makes me wonder if i should have been killed instead of let lived. So many times have i tought about self inflicted pain... but then again that double the misery so why do it?

Then it comes to the part where some people actally do practice self-inflited pain... they said it halps deal with depression and peer pressure. I say BULLSHIT! Bull shit is a sunny day compared to that BULLSHIT! some people should stop self inflicted pain and lamenting on their own problems and live life head on... its helps to cry. Crying doesnt leave scars and it decreases emotional burden. It's been proven. Trust me...

Who am i talking to? Who are you? Do you care? I need a life.