I love my mum yet I’m not doing anything about it. I don’t feel like showing my love for her. I love her too much to not want her to die. Yet, sometimes I wish that she could just disappear and go away. Today, I just want to stay in my room and mope and scream and die.

    So maybe after the steamboat. Maybe then, I’ll blog about how I was a lesbian before. And maybe, I’ll also blog about how much some people just hate me for no damn good reason. Except for the fact that I happened to point out what they don’t want to admit. Or the fact that my confidence scared the shit out of their systems. Or the fact that they gave two shits about what I have to say about them.

    Mum, I love you for keeping me alive. But it’s just not enough. I still love my ego more. Would you hate me for that?