therapy | joyri

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"morning, mom." yerim greeted her mother, who was lifelessly lying on the couch, with a bottle of beer on her hand. "mom, what did i tell you about drinking?"

no response.

"mom?"

just dead silence.

yerim felt worry fill her up, "mo-mommy?"

she then went towards the figure on the couch, and shaked it. it didn't move a muscle. "mom." tears started to well up in yerims eyes.

"w-wake up goddamnit!" yerim cursed. she then hit her moms cheek, and she woke up. "hey! what was that for!?"

"you wouldn't wake up." yerim said coldly. "and why are you drinking again? i thought 4 days ago was the 'last time'?"

"heh." was all her mother could say, which obviously pissed yerim off. yerim dashed back to her room, "pathetic." she mumbled.

once she reached her room, she started to cry. she was shaking, she curled herself in a ball on the floor.

no one cares, yerim.

you rat.

people hate you.

all she could do was scream in frustration.

even your own mother hates you, boohoo.

"fuck you!"

see? you're insane.

and all she could do was cry.
without anyone by her side.

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the fuck .-.