Your love is a lie

I’m on the verge of breakdown.

I’m kinda good at putting up a fake smile and acting all perky, but actually im really sad inside. I know it sounds cliché  but it’s true.

I really feel that my mum does not love me, ya she gets me what i want but i would give all that for three simple words from her. “I Love You”. It’s going to be a year since i heard that, and  i know some people would be fine but not all five fingers are the same. Smacking indirect comments do hurt me also, but i really never let that get into me. I got a tough skin from that. I do falter at times but the light is always there for me to pick up myself. 

 

Oh well.