What can be worse when your mother is constantly telling you how much she doesn't care about your life. When there's nothing to say except to hear her get angry at you. Except when she's shouting, she doesn't react to what you say about anything.
Then, perhaps, there's no love. Then... there's no family... then, there's no home...
I want a home, somewhere... but I know this place isn't... it's never been, and it never will be...
Someone, just take me home... I can't do this anymore...
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I'm good at pretending, because that's all that I've been doing all my life... pretending to be happy in this family... pretending to care about them... pretending to be someone I am not... until I cannot tell the difference between who is who... until I cannot pretend anymore...
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2 comments:
Eew... Sounds like a good start for 2k7 :(
Dear, you recognized a fundamental problem of yours. See, you're about to solve it, instead of diving deeper into your illusions.
That's great, isn't it. However, it's sad as well.
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