I try my best to be a good son, I really do, especially now that we're in a post-upheaval limbo, but sometimes, sometimes I wish I could be more selfish. I try to understand my mother, but sometimes, it's just too much. I have had to stop myself from telling her that I wished to leave the house and live alone over the past few days. It's harsh, I know, but having to bear the brunt of things that border on the unreasonable is a test of one's limits. I'm afraid I'm waltzing towards and past my limit. I hope not.
Sometimes I hope she'd see my efforts, too.
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