I've been alive for 23 years.
I tried to end it at 6, but just didn't succeed. Didn't bother to try again.
For years I couldn't remember why I tried, but I finally remembered.
My mother loves me as her child, but she will never love me as a person.
We're too different, both too stubborn, and she's too oblivious to her own actions and playing the victim has become second nature to her to even realise when she does it.
I love my mother, but I also know that she's the one who broke and killed me
JennRelationships June 23, 2022 at 10:00 pm00
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