I hate you. I knw you find playing w my feelings is fine. bt th more ou do it th more i hate you. Every moment i reminisce th things you took away from me, th hatred in me grow. thts why i see no need in showering you w gifts for mother's day. This time you went too far. And im in no mood to talk to you. You take advantage of me. and i've never said no. You ass. In short , I hate you.