Days like this one, i Hate Her, my Mother. She made me and we are just the same, poeple say, two faces of a single piece but i believe we're closer to be the same faces on different coins. She made me, and we are just as resentful and just as furious, just as stubborn and just as mean.

Sometimes I open Spotify and see shit like "u're more pop and Hollywood the Tuesdays evening. Here is a playlist for you!" and i wonder what kind of distopic hell have i end up in that my music app tracks my mood and tells me what I should listen to on a specific evening for my mood to light up, effectively pushing on me the last popular music a huge label has decided they would sell today by paying the music app to force feed it to its user. And then I hit play.