Does everything honestly have to be about you?
So what if something that will help me
will, in your mind, make you look like a bad mother.
You say it’s not right to make another person feed me and raise me
But it’s not like you ever did
And she offered.

You don’t understand depression.
You don’t understand needing someone to fight for you
And being left to fight for yourself instead.
You could never understand these things
Your brain cant comprehend them
And you lack enough feeling.

Please mom,
I beg you to let me do this
If you ask Greg he will say no
Because he may be depressed, but not like I am.
I’m sorry I make it sound like you’re an awful woman
And in truth you are
But this is all situational, I know it is
If I wasn’t always home
If I wasn’t always left on my own to deal with everything
I could go so much further
If you would at least let me try this
And what’s the worst that could happen?
It doesn’t work and I come back home?

She offered mom
So why not do something that can help me for once?
Please?