Dinner wasn’t ideal. My mom and I ate together across from each other in silence. She read a magazine while I stared into space thinking. She asked me why I hated her. Why I’m so mean to her. I don’t understand why she thinks that way. I can’t think of one thing that I did to make her say that. After that we were silent and I tried figuring it out but it all made no sense. I’m feeling tired of this. I’m feeling tired of being made to feel like i’m a bad person. I’m feeling tired of getting apologized to after it happens just for it to be repeated. right now.. i just need to get away.