I hate how my mom favors my oldest sister. As if she was the angel of her four children. As if she was the perfect child. I know that none of my siblings including I are not s perfect child. But I don’t understand how my mom says that Kim will always be her favorite. I’m the one that’s going to college. I’m the one that’s trying to better my life. I’m one that’s trying to achieve my goals. I’m the one that tries to make everyone happy. I’m not the one that got pregnant at 17 1/2. I’m not the one that had 2 children by the age of 20 and have to different fathers. I’m not the one that dates the low life’s. I’m not the one that got addicted to heroin. I’m not the one to close custody of my child. I’m not the one that got addicted to heroin. I’m not the one that sells weed. I’m not the one that doesn’t want to have a career. My mom favors my sister and it’s not fair. Out of all the children I’m the least liked. All the other 3 come before me.
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
It funny how you may have so many people in your life that love you. Yet you feel so god damn lonely
I wish I didn’t feel so lonely