I hate her.
I don't say that very often so my word do ring true. I really do. This isn't even a 'whaaa, I hate my family they don't understand me thing'. No, it's a why would you fucking do that to your own son thing.
Seriously, how dare she.
She didnt even tell me she was going to do it, never expected it, all she told me was that she was going to start it up, so of course I handed her the keys, and what did she do when I was away...
Sell my car.
How? Why? I don't care anymore. She was the one who ruin our relationship, and now I doubt it will ever be repaired.
Trust is everything to me, and what do I do when I can't even trustto one who I should love the most?
I look back at the weekend, and I wonder why I was so naieve. I had the greatest weekend, and it tainted buy this. All of those people I met, all of the things I did, all of it, shadowed by the sick relixation thast I cant trust my mother.
She dosnt even understand what I went through, why I coulnt get it on the road, she wasnt even fucking there, so how the fuck would she know.....
How!?
No, I can't do this anymore, I need some time to sleep, and to think about it all...
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