This is new to me. I was never the favorite. I was always the forgotten one. Either that or everyone hates me. That's what I thought. I was either quiet, sarcastic or intimidating. I was never approachable and friendly. But this, this is very alien to me. I'm not sure if I like it because I don't like too much attention. But I'm pretty sure I don't hate it. I'm just worried that more people will hate me because I am someone's apple of the eyes. It's human nature.
I cannot tell the exact time and moment that this thing started happening to me but I can tell you that it was after I was no longer my Mom's favorite. I mean, I will always be her favorite but she's not here with me anymore to show that to me. So I think everything is happening because of her. I think this is her way of showing me that there is someone who still cares. That I am not alone. That that someone may not be her but she made sure that there is somebody. Or I guess this my own twisted way of thinking that she is still here with me, taking care of me, supporting me. -C
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