I hate my mom. She is always smoking in her room and that cigarette smoke chokes me up. I got back into smoking weed because of her.

But hey, at least she smokes with me outside here and there.

I hate my mom, always making her own life worse and telling me to fix mine. What a hypocrite, and she has the nerve to raise her voice when telling me to lower hers.

But hey, at least I know where I got it from.

I hate my mom, she always makes me feel like shit whenever I want to show her something nice like a funny video or something I am working on. It is like she doesn’t give a damn if I want to follow my passions.

But hey, at least I know where I got my critical eye from.

I hate my mom. She used to be so religious and went to church everyday it felt like. She would always go on about how God comes first and family second. No wonder I felt like I always came second.

But hey, I kinda miss when she used to be reverent because she used to have timely schedules.

I hate that my mom is stuck in bed rotting away.

I hate that I do the same.

I wonder if I am angry at her,

or angry at my name.