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plalace
- Feb 19, 2024
- 79
My mother underwent some tests and has heart problems. I could hear her fragility and insecurity in her voice, and I knew how to comfort her and behave to welcome her. It was automatic. But there is no feeling, I don't feel worried about her. I don't love her, I don't care about her. Why is it like this? Should it be natural? Why isn't it like this? As I thought about this, I thought about what would happen if her situation got worse and she died. How much things would change, maybe for the better. How could I use it as an excuse to frown and change direction. A flash of lightning. Does it matter? It doesn't matter. It used to hurt so much, now it's acceptable. My mother is the kindest and most hard-working person I know, and I can't love her. It doesn't make any difference.
I don't care about people, but I do care about what they think. Will they blame me when I die? Will they think I'm weak? Am I weak? How will they see it? I remembered this feeling again, this strange thing, that I feel can only be hidden. No one can know. There is no excuse for thinking this way, it's just disgusting.
I don't care about people, but I do care about what they think. Will they blame me when I die? Will they think I'm weak? Am I weak? How will they see it? I remembered this feeling again, this strange thing, that I feel can only be hidden. No one can know. There is no excuse for thinking this way, it's just disgusting.