Mum is here. Not much more i can tell you. I bend over backwards, she opens her mouth and out comes words that make me want to kill myself. Every year, every day, me in tears, her angry with me for something i seem to have done although i go to so much effort and am so careful it is never good enough. Not only is it not good enough, you would think i had done something evil. Jekyll and Hyde, i am a perfect daughter apparently, and then i am not only the most awful daughter in the world but the most awful person in the world too. No wonder i am a fucking mess in the head.