revolve around something more than i'm-having-asthma-again, driving-idiots-on-the-road, five-minutes-earlier-and-five-minutes-later, your-father-did-(insert complaint)-again PLEASE.
it stems from this being the only world you know. get a life, build it on yourself and not on me and not on my father; thank you for choosing to sacrifice so much for us, but it does not fulfil you and never will. be your own person, mum..
while i, here, shudder at the thought of becoming her one day.. never so noble, me. i want my own life, my own thoughts and opinions and feelings; not to be subsumed under the needs of others.
let me always remember to be me.
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