The bloody cheesecake.
I {every feeling short of hate} my mother.

#$%^&.

WHY am I always stiving to earn the friggin approval of someone who will probably never think I'm good enough, and even if they do, will never say so?? WHY am I putting myself through this??

I HATE THIS. I HATE THIS. I HATE THIS.

Oh you can cry and say you're sorry for all the terrible things you said and say you love me. But, bloody hell, if you were really sorry, you'd try harder to be more edifying in the first place. Because now I just feel like ^&*% and trampled on and all I want to do is get out of this stifling hell hole, sister or no sister.