I hate my mother more and more, and I want to write a diary to talk about it.

Alas, I have written more than n diaries that hate my mother, almost every one, and there are countless stories to tell, but all of them have been deleted ~~~lz. If you say so, I will give it to you! ~~~

Hehe ~ ~ ~ Anyway, my mother loves you the most. I understand all these reasons, but my disgust and even hatred for her is indelible. When I was a child, I tried not to contradict her face to face, but when I was depressed to the limit, I would write a diary to vent. If I accidentally pile up those diaries, it's just the tip of the iceberg in my heart.

Those words such as "it's not easy for your mother to take care of you when you are old enough to learn to be sensible" (I really want to swear, bear with it! ! ! ~ ~), it will only make me more depressed and let me know that I can never tell my dislike for that woman. Once I say it, even if it's an understatement, it will be distorted by others as "this is an ungrateful son, and much cry and little rain do not know good or bad." Ah ... it's ridiculous that so many people like to pretend to be saints. Who dares to say that he has never scolded his parents in his heart?

As for why I deleted all the logs again? ~ Because I know very well that those logs, as my vent at that time, were really good for relieving my mood, but if they were always there and kept being seen by me, they would become a pile of time bombs, which could make me explode at any time. Once this disgust is allowed to grow in my heart, it will inevitably go beyond the essence of the matter and erupt into hatred that I can't control myself. Therefore, despite endless grievances in my heart, I would rather think about her love for me.

Lz, you said you didn't have feelings for her since you were a child. In my conscience, even if you never talk like lovers, you never have a bad face, only cold words. It's impossible without feelings. If you really have no feelings, you can see her like a fool, but you hate her so much and care about her so much because your feelings are too deep.

Besides, we are human beings, not hate machines. We have our own friends, people we like very much, dreams and pursuits, and the cleanest and most beautiful places in our hearts. If we hate others, these beautiful things will disappear. ~~