How many times can we have the same fight ?
You think your right and shit you might but I never really cared to actually fight just try to make my mind right , I think I'm so far up in my hole that nobody knows all the tunnels and holes and mold that grows Mabey I could express myself better to you if you taught me . But you've never been my shoulder to cry on or the one who I know in the world has me the most , you gave birth to me and kinda support me financially but you and I can both feel my burden grow . It's always felt like a burden tho I just never really showed it until I couldn't really control it . I'm not mad that we don't have the normal mother daughter connection I just hate that I'm supposed to feed into your delusions that I have had everything I needed to grow and prosper I mean I guess I have but it would be no thanks to you . Fuck mom you give me money and a place to live I will not continue to act like this is one big happy family , if I'm not asking you for money I wouldn't know what else to ask you for , you don't like me like that and that's ok
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Notes to self
Non-FictionEssays of traumas which will either help me grow or continue to be my downfall guess I'll never know(I keep the typos in cause I'm not perfect and neither is my story) is Wrote the beginning chapters when I was 16 Mabey 17 I'm 18 now about to be 19
