i wanna hate her
it's easier if i do
there are cracks on it when i get to see how she does this for herself more than for me, how it all was just a medium of proving her point, that it all was her not wanting to feel bad about herself
but it doesnt matter because of how much she did, it doesnt matter because of how difficult it all mustve been, how significant those all were, it becomes irrelevant why because of how much, how much, so much of it, and just like that, there is no justifiable room for detaching, "explaining', or simply
going against her will of a desired daughter.
i am in no place to make my ground.
the moment i am hers,
it's the truest form of what i have to be.
in the equation
any equation
i am irrelevant.
it's not up for debate.