dear mother. i hate you.

[plunkdafied]

something related to realityi come home from work on a good note. so close to a great note but not quite there. i'm satisfied. comfortable. secure... pleasant. then my parents come home and rip a few notes into my sister. time passes. i sit up in my room cramming for my midterms on wednesday. take a break. touch my dusty guitar. play a few notes -

Comments

[lostazndragon]

why is it that there is no one in this world who can make me feel worse and more scared than my mother?

i have found myself wondering the same thing, at times. sometimes i think, is the idea of a loving mother, a lie? or maybe it's just an asian vs western culture thing? or am i really a bad son, and everything's my fault?

for me, it's the lack of a reasonable balance of power that gets me. she's my mom. i can't argue. i can't reason. i can't explain. even if i'm right, i'm not right. even thinking about it makes me a bit pissed off. gah.