I attempted to bond with my mother. I tried to make her feel special and appreciated.
I painted her nails and tried to pamper her for a bit.
I put on the biggest smile. I laughed and I talked in complete sentences for once.
I actually maintained conversation and acted happy.
I couldn’t do it. She kept getting upset at the loud noise my siblings were making. She yelled at me for trying to talk to her.
After finishing, I quickly maneuvered to my room. I can’t take it.
I was just trying to make memories with here before I decide.
I’m using all the time I can in order to make memories with people.
Just in case I decide to use the bleach in my room, I just want them to know how grateful I am for them, regardless of the pain they caused me.
I can’t do it. The memories would probably hurt them even more anyways.