catharsis

I hate weddings.
I hate weddings on a sunday.
I hate having to dress up.
I hate having to dress up and winding up cutting a huge welt in my knee while shaving.
I hate it when we're running out of time and mom turns to me and say that her hair is undone and that she doesn't know what to do.
I hate it when my mom exhausts her resources way before time and pretend that it's not her fault.
I hate it when I realize that I might turn out to be just like her.
I hate it when I realize that there's nothing to do about my mom's irresponsible dependency issues except to learn to be otherwise.

I hate myself.