You're not my mother...

When did it become so hard to talk to the one who gave me life? It feels like I'm living in a parallel universe, only my universe is a nightmare and everything is completely falling apart. I don't know who you are anymore; nor do I love you. You looked right through me today when we spoke. Where is the Light that used to live behind your eyes? You are a soulless waste of space. I hate you for who you are and what you've done. Not only what you've done to me, but to my siblings. They don't understand.It's not their fault.It's not. Why don't you listen when we plead for you to come back? What did we ever do to you?

Was life so bad here that you had to go all the way around the world to "find yourself"? Well, whatever you discovered I hope you're happy.You have gained the world and lost your soul. Congrats. No, really. Sometimes I secretly wished that tragedy had bestowed itself upon you while you were gone...I wished that you weren't coming back. We were fine without you. Sure, it was quiet and there were nights where we missed you. But missing you was a mistake. You obviously didn't miss us. You came back and spoke of great things. Things we could never offer you here. You seem so satisfied with your new life. Hope you know what it costs you. All I can repeat over and over in my head is: "Fuck you.Fuck you and your new life.I hope its amazing and you find what you need.God have pity on your soul".