My mom says I cant ever live on my own. Just bc I tried to cook a pizza and the alarms went off, so I opened the door back and forth and turned the oven off. She told me to turn over the fish today and I did it in the oven and I was like, I'm sorry I did it wrong you should have taught me this when I was twelve, its not my fault
I have superstrength me and my mom went on a walk in the snow and had some laughs and I felt that she finally loves me. Then she asked me to lift the windshield wiper and I broke it accidentally. It was a freaking accident. And she is so angry and she said she isn't when I asked her, she said no but she is yelling and saying someone else might have pressed charges. I even looked it up and pep boys can fix it for free.
She thinks I can never live on my own, I want to be in NZ in a youth hostel like NOW, prove to the world that I can do it, that not all middle aged women hate themselves, some have Jesus. I am happy tomorrow I have church. She thinks I'll be lost starving and homeless. I am angry and scared and trying to hold onto hope.
She says I'm nothing. I feel like garbage. I'm not capable of the living things people do to live.
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Change: sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's beautiful, but most of the times its both.
"Someday you might see who I really am, and it will change the way you feel about me." "Nothing could ever do that."
Made different to make a difference
whether as victor or vanquished, isn't it better than sullen resignation?