I love my mom, I really do. But sometimes I hate her. I hate her to the point of a messy cry. I hate her to the point that I hate myself.
She makes me feel like every move is another mistake. Like she'd be better without me.
Like I'm worthless.
But then, when she's nice, she's my best friend. She's sweet and understanding, she's fun to be around, she's a dream come true.
Then, I fuck it up.
I make one wrong move and BAM, there goes a mini anxiety attack. I'm breathing heavy, I'm stressing out, I'm crying. She doesn't care though.
"Stop stressing! Calm down"
I CANT.
Please, just put yourself in my shoes!
YOU ARE READING
Rants//KatThePotato
SonstigesSo this is just a book about my feelings of anger, sadness, and teenage angst against the world.
