How or why is it so simple. When someone asks "are you ok" and it's so simple to say "yeah". I walk around this so called "home" being sad all the time. Stupid me knows I need help but just won't get it. Literally there's 2 other people in the house that I can actually talk to. Technically one because one of them just doesn't give a fuck. I will tell you about that person soon. But not now. The other, well since I'm telling you about my life, I hated that one for a very long time. I don't have a reason for hating her either. I just hated her.. I would keep my distance, I wouldn't talk to her unless I had to. I would be crying and she'd come in my room and ask if I was okay, I said I was fine and just wanted to be alone. I still want to be alone when I'm crying. I don't hate her anymore, I just don't talk to her anymore. Because she always talks about her. Well that 'her' is my mother.
