Part one.

Day three-hundred and one into this emotion-filled year and I'm still as confused as ever. How does she expect me to be like her when we're two complete opposite. The amount of scrutiny I must endure daily is unbelievable. I don't do what she says and it's the end of the world. I do something, and it's done wrong. Nothing seems to please my Jason-Voorhees of a mother. Like a sadistic cannibal, gnawing at his victims until nothing remains. Have I the same destiny?