Screw mothers day
So my moms been hinting this entire week/month that she wants us to do something special for her on mothers day. of course i had no ideas, but then i decided id make a cliche bed and breakfast for her since she did give birth to me after all. but after convincing me that i was a useless piece of shit, i reconcidered my decision and decided she can spend mothers day without me. i have finally concluded that just because you give birth to someone, it does not make you a mother unless you know how to parent. and she definately knows nothing about parenting.
When we were fighting, i broke a cookie jar that has always been around the house since i was born and it brought a lot of childhood memories. damn. if my life were a novel, the broken cookie jar would be symbolism. Symboling my broken childhood and just wishing i can start over.
They say “if you want to test your memory, try remembering what you were worrying about a year from now”. well i must have the best memory cuz i remember full well what i was worrying about last year, the same thing im worrying about now.
i realized this post started to stray from the topic of mothers day.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
