When it happened, I told myself I wouldn’t resent my parents. I couldn’t resent them for the way they were raised and how they felt.
But, as the days go on, I can’t help but feel some form of resentment towards them.
"You’ll thank us one day," my Mom said. No, Mom. I can thank you for ten hundred things but not this. Never this.
God, I’m so sad.
I wish I could be somebody else.
Wish I could save you and myself.
I wish there was something inside me
To keep you beside me.