Truth Hurts

Dear Mother,

You are a miserable, pathetic excuse for a person. You are selfish and controlling. You create a black hole around you and the ones you don't suck down with you, you repel away from you. You are a weasel. You are a fuck-up who expects everyone else to fix your mistakes as you make them over and over and over again. You never learn, and if you do, you never care. You won't change. You are comfortable in your parasitic existence. You are a waste of time and space. You are manipulative and sneaky. You are obvious to those you've fooled over and over. We know you, the real you. The you that cries to get pity and screams when it's not given. You are the hypocrite who does no wrong. You are the worst kind of person.

You are everything I never want to be.