I dont understand why she yells at me so much. Everything i do is bad to her. Its not like i do drugs or fuck every guy i meet. I dont talk back or ask for much. Im quiet and out of the way.

She always yells at me that i do nothing and so to avoid her saying that again, i tried playing baseball with my friends. Apparently all of the baseball bats and mitts and balls belong to her so she yells at me that im a pathetic lazy fuck and refuses to let me do anything.

I also enjoy drawing. This also makes my mom yell at me. Why? I have no clue. I draw little pictures for her hoping she will like them but she just gets pissed and throws them away..!

Its the same if i get a good grade on a paper from school. I could get a 90 and she’ll say “oh, you should have her made a better grade you fucking moron” but if i make a 100 she bitches at me like “you’re still a fucking moron, you’ll never be smart”

I think shes like this because she used to be in every type of sport, activity, club etc. when she was in high school. All i can do is draw and make people feel happy about themselves.

She takes no ones feelings into consideration..

She even bitches about how my friends are all male. I cant help that im more comfortable with guys. Everyone that is female at my school judges me and gossips about how i look and how im always trying to be happy. Who the fuck wants to be friends with another female if you’re just going to get gossiped about?..

Another thing my mom does is yell at me for every little thing that goes wrong with her. I get that she works in the operating room but that gives her no excuse to yell at me for everything!

She also likes to use her job as an excuse for why she is NEVER there to take care of me and my sister. its so bad that my grandparents have to come over every week to take care of us. Pretty fucking sad.

She has a boyfriend too and likes to go drinking any time she gets with him.. one time i walked in on them doing it and i had topieces pretend i didnt see it.. if i did i would have gotten slapped and yelled at..

One time during middle school (when i was beginning to draw) she saw me drawing, and grabbed my book and tore it all up. She then went into my room and got all of my sketch books and did the same. All i could do was watch because if i moved a muscle, i would have gotten hit. So i just sat there

Another time, i made dinner while my sister made a huge mess in my room and blamed it on me.. i was yelled at, hit with a clothes hanger several times, forced to clean it all up and after all of that, she kicked me out of our apartment when it was dark. I had to call her boyfriend to help me because i didnt know what to do. I was so scared because we lived in such a ghetto area too. I hid behind a dumpster because i didnt want to be raped or killed.

A lot through middle school, i was depressed and would cut myself a lot and tried to hang myself 2 times because of all the yelling i would get. I was scared i would actually do it and successfully kill myself so i asked my mom to check me into a psych ward before it got serious. She laughed at me and said “wow you really are weak” and sent me to my room.
Another time, she read my diary and yelled at me for having thoughts different from hers. No one gave her promission to read anything of my diary.

I hate her so much.. i dont know why she does this shit to me.. i dont..

I dont know why god has cursed me with a horrible person like her.. i really dont.. all i can do is cry myself to sleep.. and try to not kill myself..