Hell yes. At any rate, I hate my mother. I fucking hate that whore. She called my cousin today talking about how she needs to talk to my father, who has been happily married with my mom, kim, for 7 years, for "closure". She's delusional. After 15 years of not being with my father because she fucked it up, she decides that she still has a chance with him.

She cheated on him! Lots! My dad tried to stay with her so I could have a stable home, but she just fucked that up even more. I'm worried that she's going to kill herself.

The simple fact it, I wouldn't doubt that the next time I see her she'll be in a coffin. She doesn't get check-ups and she's prone to cancer. She's just going to up and die one day and I'll have to deal with it. I hate her. My dad says I don't really hate her, but I would have to violently disagree. She fucked my world up. She put me in situations a child shouldn't be in. I saw things most teens havent' when I was but a mere tot. She's a terrible drunk prostitute who I haven't seen for over 3 years. I can't stand the things she did to me and my family.

Sure, Kim isn't the best mom, but she's all I've got. She's a little crazy but I love her like I can't ever love my mother. 3 years ago on the phone with my mother after I got done telling her exactly what I thought of her she said, "You sound just like that bitch Kim." I rebutted with, "What do you expect? She's the one who raised me."

Hah ahahahaha..

Yes, I'm full of resentment. I'm just angry because she hurt me so much. I cry. Then I get mad. Then I want to set her drunk ass on fire. Then I feel guilty. Then I cry. It's a vicious retarded cycle.

I am currently awaiting my heterosexual life-mate, Ashley Taylor. She'll be here soon if she doesn't fall back asleep. Hell, you never know with that girl. She's cute and I love her. Yeah, so just sitting here. Pretty happy.