she hated that they brought up her illness every time she was angry or moody.
'DID YOU TAKE YOUR MEDICINE TODAY?'
'YES I FUCKING DID!'
she'd get even angrier. it didn't help her case. but she hadn't cared about what her family thought for years now.
these days, when faced with this degrading question, she wouldn't respond. but all the time, she'd be crying inside.
if only they knew.
it was a constant reminder that her emotions weren't in fact hers. was anything she ever felt real? did she TRULY feel anything, truly?
maybe that's the reason she was so temperamental. maybe that's why she felt so much.
she thought maybe she should actually stop taking the medicine. maybe this way she could truly feel. this way she could truly be herself?
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