i wish i had a mom. not like the one i have. the one i have is flawed, shes broken. but there is no return policy for broken humans. shes never been there for me, i am just a maid for her. i get her things. i clean for her.

"she loves you"

"she cares about you"

"she wants you to be happy"

i dont feel this love. i dont see how she could care about me. i dont know if she knows what happy is.

she is why im miserable. she is why im like this. she passed down her curse to us, she made us who we are. in some ways, we are broken too. but we can be fixed.

it just takes time.

im not doomed, and i would be a fool to believe that i was.