Today is my birthday.
I still managed to screw eevrything up.
I just can't even explain it.
and my mom isnt helping.
She yelled at me,
screamed at me,
about how I'm not authentic
and original
and unique.
But I am,
But guess what, she's going to make me feel like I'm not
because she said it
and that of course what my brain will tell me I am,
from now
on.
But It's my fault, I started it.
I know my mom loves me, and I love here
but In times like this I feel like maybe soemtimes she doesn't
