I'm so angry. The story I thought would be the greatest of my life was turned to something tearful by the woman I call Mum.
Sometimes I wonder and ask myself, what does a mother who is also a friend feel like?
Am I just a black sheep that can't ever make her mother happy or am I someone destined to never be in a healthy relationship with her mother.
I won't shed a tear not even a drop will cherish all my good memories in this agonizing time of my life.
Hearing her voice each time,
Makes me want to fall over the cliff.
I refuse to died.
Every hurdle, every disappointment, every comparison should make me more powerful they say but with each one that comes I feel more weaker.
This is a cry for help.
I am tired and I refuse to cry.
