Earlier today, I tried to talk to my mom. I tried to tell her what’s been going on in my life, and how sick I’ve been. You know what happened? She didn’t care. She asked me why I was her child, why I was born. How in the world is that my fault at all? I didn’t ask to be born. I don’t have anyone to talk to. I’ve always known that people generally don’t care about me, but can’t they at least pretend? Especially when I need it for once.