Sorry I can't be perfect @ 09:37 pm
Fricken mom always tells me to do stuff, and when I do it, it's not fucking good enough.
I was making pancakes the other day, and she basically told me I was doing it wrong. How the fuck do you make pancakes wrong?! I made them like every Sunday in Alberta - which was ever Sunday for 7 months! Pretty sure I know how to made pancakes. My mom NEVER makes a hot breakfast, so who the fuck does she think she is?
Earlier today, I was doing something ... I think carving a roasted chicken ... and I apparently did that wrong too.
I also brush my teeth wrong, according to mom. What does she even know about clean teeth? Her teeth are all rotten and she wears dentures. I have braces. I brush my teeth religiously.
Theres so much other shit that I do wrong, but I can't even keep track anymore. I hate it.... I feel so worthless when she tells me everything I do isn't right... I try, and that should count at least. I just wish she'd see how she's ruining me. How much I just want to hate her, how much it makes me angry to see her killing herself, and acting like she's queen shit.