i hate what you do to me why is it that after years of being emotionally and occasionally physically abused by the woman i was supposed to call mother, that i still feel so broken now that you're gone forever? how? why? is there something wrong with me? to still love and miss you? after all the fucking hell you've put me thru.. i still miss you.. and for the life of me... i have no fucking idea why... whats wrong with me?