from a page in my notebook
I am damaged goods from birth, I was born into the chaos. My mother’s side of the family has a lot of problems, mental issues perhaps we can blame the alcoholism or religion and the death of my grandfather that brought my mother’s worst qualities to the surface. All I’ve ever known since I was 8. Explosions in the house, many tantrums, too many tears in vain, a constant nag and she is lost in her own world.
The life she wished she didn’t have,
worry
Always worrying,
so many white hairs on her beautiful head
my poor mother drives herself insane. She is so young but that shit is also heredita