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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Mom? Nah..
Just had a quarrel with my parents.
and yea...
I have a confession to make:
I hate my mother.
I don't think the word 'hate' is enough to describe how much I dislike her.



She's a biased. Totally
Here are some of the many examples to prove her biasness:

-When I started working during holidays, I have to pay everything myself. (Everything including transport & food)
but when brother starts working, my mom still gives him his daily allowance.

-A few years ago, when I said she's crazy while quarreling with her, I got slapped.
My brother used the exact same words on her while quarreling.. Nothing happens.

-I wanted get a pair of sneakers for S&W last year and told her about it. She asked me to pay myself.
Brother wanted to get a pair of sneakers for no reason.. She paid for him.

-When I was contracted with Tuberculosis last year, she treated me like...... (Close friends of mine should know the story.) Hello? I'm her daughter.


Great mother. Love her to the max.
YEA RIGHT....


She's really getting on my nerves.
I know she is still my mother after all.
I know that I shouldn't be feeling this way towards her.
but sorry, she's really too much.
Sometimes, I really wonder if I'm her real daughter.
Sometimes, I wish I don't exist in this family.
Sigh.


A few words to summarize this blog entry:
I HATE THAT PERSON WHO GAVE BIRTH TO ME.






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