Alright, my mother. Correction. The bitch that kept me in her womb for 9 months. Has the freaking nerve to show up at Keystone. With her new freaking boyfriend every Friday since she left. Anybody who knows me and knows my attitude would know the hate and utter disgust I have for her right now.
How. Freaking. Dare she show up in places that hold so many memories and taint them all?
She is crazy. And, to be honest. I hate her. I can't express enough how much I hate her. I wish we could get the custody papers so she can just be out of my life already. I HATE HER. So much. Honestly, words cannot express how much I want her to burn in hell and die. I hate her. I hate her.
She doesn't deserve my fucking expressions, feelings, everything. I've wasted my life protecting her and her little affairs on the side.
I cannot stand her.
And this is proof. I hate her. I hope she burns in hell. She will NEVER see her children again. And, I will make sure of it.
So, Maniur Sarayr Palma,
Muerete. Porque acavas de perder todo. Te odio.
With hate,
Margaret.
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