Eheh. I just wanna know.... How many of y'all think I'm bout to say good things bout my mother right now.... Well 80% of this blog I'm gonna be talking about the opposite. After you read this I bet someone somewhere gonna give me the same bullshit excuse like people always do. Saying;
"But she's your mother"
A mother isn't always right
A mother doesn't always do what's right
A mother doesn't always knows what's right
Basically I'm saying simply this;
EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKE, what makes a mother any different.
Oh shit, how many people did I piss off just now compare to those that are agreeing with me, Eheh.
The two biggest mistakes my mother do (and still does) is that she never listen for what I gotta say (I mean she won't pay attention at all, so serious though) and she has no faith in me what's so ever.
I've never drink or do drugs nor smoke
I've never been out late
Never been in a gang
Never been with more than one girl at a time (not that good flirting)
I don't have no tattoos or piercing
SO WHY THE FUCK SHE KEEP THINKING IM A BAD ASS KID, DAFUCK (I bet u can tell me and my ma don't get along).
This is why I don't care for what my mother thinks of me. When I was little (FLASHBACK) I would do some much to get her attention (I was a only child back then and didn't have a dad around). It never work though. I remember the first book I started to right, it's called "Zai Fang: and The Battle with Condor the Ahba" back when I was in the 7th grade. When I showed it to her she just make some correction and said it needs more work. When I did the corrections and try to show her again she kept saying she didn't wanna see it (it was only one chapter of the book so far like two pages long). I even printed it out and made copy's and post it all over the walls in our apartment so she could see or at least read one of them. Months went by and she still didn't read them and end up taking them down and throwing all of them away. Saying (her words exact)
"Get this shit off my walls Jabaree"....... I ask do u even know what it is she said she didn't care.
Why the fuck do I have to waste my time trying to impress someone like that, and if u comment some shit like "she's your mother" or "your mother was probably gonna through some hard times" not only will I send you a fuck you email and/or write a fuck u blog to you I will report your comments as offensive. Because that woman.... I dont even know how to describe it. I try not to vent cause at the end of that day I'm venting I'm thinking of ways to be spiteful.
..... Have you even been so mad you start laughing? That's probably one thing I share with my ma. Its not that I don't love my mother nor do I hate her..... I just want her to see what she's doing wrong. I don't give a shit if she start having faith in me now because I won't give a fuck plus two. Saying I'm this and that without knowing I'm this and that, so everything out your mouth is irrelevant. My mom don't know me and she never will. Why? Because she don't care to know that's why.
I hate complaining.... I always keep my madness and hate on the inside. It made me completely insane though.
Whatever.... its more fun this way though, life is not ever boring anymore Eheh. When I write.... I feel like I'm sorta free from the world around me for a brief moment. I actually wrote a song called the "Perfect Moment".
It goes like this;
"I can use a perfect moment
Just a single moment
To take all my arguments
And end them with the disappointments
To stop focusing on all the bad things
To sit back, relax and be my own king
I can use a perfect moment"
I showed this is to my ma as well, its the first song I ever wrote. And I wrote because I didn't feel close to my mother at all.
Fun Fact;
My longest blog is the same blog that's about my mother.