I hate pretending.  I mean it when I say to you that I hate this life.  I honestly do.  I forgot fucking potatoes and you call me a lazy bitch who doesn't give a fuck about you.  I cook dinner every night, without complaint, hell last night I cried because I just wanted to sit down instead of cooking.  And I get this shit.  Well you know what, fuck you.  Fuck you and your fucking shit.  You're a shit mother and I hate you, just like I hate myself.