I hate mothers day. I always have. Along with my birthday. I hate listening to the radio I hate walking through stores I just hate any kind of insinuation that any day ever is somehow supposed to be devoted to me. On these days I hate having a phone and I'm glad I don't have Facebook. I have so much anger and resentment towards me being born and the joke of celebrating that day or any of these other days. I'd rather crawl under a rock and die. And even still. There is no place I cam go to get away from it. I ******* hate all of these days.