Yikes!

God I know this is gonna sound like such a stereotypical "oh I hate my mom" blog post, but, I really fucking do. She screams and screams and it's like "okay! Yeah! This one's warranted!" But it's so fucking loud sometimes I wonder if she'll scream when my mangled corpse is referenced on the news at the foot of am apartment building. I'm a headache to here, maybe it'll be some sorta relief. She doesn't want me dead, oh, no she doesn't want me dead. She says she "loves" me but she doesn't. No one does. No one loves me and I don't need love. You're all pathetic assholes and I hate you all. 

I've got some tall buildings near me. Walking distance. I'm thinking of proving myself right soon.