My mom basically told me that she never even wanted me when I was born. The only reason she kept me was because she couldn’t get an abortion without feeling wrong, but apparently it’s better to try and sell your kid, which really makes no sense at all. To top it off, she basically calls me a whore every day, when she’s the one that’s fucking her boyfriend at night so loud that I can hear it in my room. Along with that, my mom feels the need to talk about how I’m a metal obsessed freak because I have my ears stretched, have the sides of my head shaved, wear black on a regular basis, wear nothing but black eyeliner, and are somewhat of a satanic-hipster. It’s funny, because she used to be the same way, except mine is a more extreme case of it. Yes, I know people say “oh, people in third world countries have it so much worse than you.” I used to live on a farm in Mexico, I know what shit’s like, I didn’t even have running water, I used runoff water from the mountains.