Sometimes I look at my mother and am complete disgusted by her. The way she looks, the way she dresses, her fake personality. I hate that I judge her so much, because she is probably the only person on earth who loves me unconditionally and would do anything for me. I am grateful for what she has done for me, but sometimes I wish she would grow up and take better care of herself. I wish she would quit smoking weed and cigarettes, having tequila every night, and start exercising.
I am scared my child will grow up to be just as disgusted by me as I am of my mother. |