Him: “How the hell am I supposed to help you if you won’t talk to me?”
Me: I don’t want you to help me… I just want you to listen…
Him: “Then talk to me.”
Me: I can’t…
Him: “K. Whatever, talk to me when you actually want to talk. I’m sick of trying to talk to you and ending up feeling like shit.”
Me: Okay… Sorry…
End of conversation.
Nights are the worst.
Nights are when I get to lay there and think. Think about what I have become. What a failure. A disgrace to even be living in this house.
Mom: “What’s wrong?”
Me: *Shrugs shoulders* “Just tired….”
Mom: “Are you sure?”
Me: My eyes […]