i hate my mom and her f*cking drinking. it’s almost everyday now. i can’t talk to her.
she’s 52 and thinks her life is over. maybe she’s right.
but i’m almost 25 and she thinks my life is over too. that’s why she’s stopped wearing masks.
one friend of her goes to 3 different covid places, gets one positive and gets 2 negatives and suddenly, she thinks this whole virus thing is not so serious.
she asked me, basically laughing, “what do you have to live for”. i couldn’t answer her. I’m young and i still have living to do. i just have to get out of this f*cking house and into a life of my own. but it feels more impossible now than ever before.
i might die here. never having done anything with my life. only having existed, just so that i can become a name on a tombstone. if even that.
