Pen And Paper Frighten Me

I'm supposed to write a letter to my mother. One I'm not supposed to send. But know in me, I'll still send it. How does one, find all the things that hate about a person, and the relationship, You can think of many, but over the course of an hour, little ones pop up, here and there. But you can never remember them all at once. How do I sadden thee? Let me count the ways... mother. Cripes.