(you think, “how am i worth anything when even my mother says i am nothing?”) i could tell you to never listen, to not take it to heart, but that’d be the pot calling the kettle black. truth is, you won’t get anywhere in life if you listen. mothers have that effect on you; you can’t ever get used to the punctures she leaves behind when she carves toxic into the back of your skull every time you fall, every hiss of breath. and facts like these are impossible to forget. it’s a defect on your skin that makes your existence anything but easier. and if you do not understand any of this then i am immensely happy for your wellbeing. the simplest way i can lay it out for you is: nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors.