retired film watcher
"once your mom dies, there's no point in celebrating your birthday anymore," she said to me crying on her birthday one year. i spent my birthday this year in the hospital seeing my mom's emergency surgery get postponed three times. all i wanted was to be home with her. if my mom ever dies without me i honestly don't know what i'm gonna do.
these past few months i've been watching animal videos specifically about moms and their children. idk…
maybe it's just the teenage angst that's causing my existential dread. i'll grow out of it when i enter adulthood and work and sleep and have friends that also work and sleep and sometimes cry and think about how the world is so big but the sky still looks so narrow. the feeling of living alone in this tepid town with the same people, just different names.