It probably bothers me as much as it bothers her; our seemingly non-existent mother-daughter relationship.
I don't know what happened. And I don't want the blame to go to someone else.
But I also want to give up. So badly. I don't want to try anymore. Because I'm not even given the chance to even try. Each time I grab onto the ledge, I get trampled upon, shoved back down to the deep hole.
I find my release in immersing myself with studies. Keep going.
The cycle of eat sleep climb study read.
And I must say, human connection matters. It matters so damn effing a lot that no amount of money and time can buy.
When one parent doesn't work, you try the other.
Where's my other?
Day after day, as I sit at my desk, reading yet another chapter, doing yet another assignment, the movie sounds from the living room make its way through the tiny openings of the glass into my room. It's not so much about the sounds that matter. It's the conversations that go on between my mother and brother. The conversations that I've never been a part of. Sometimes I wonder how minute a difference my existence make in this family. Is this even my family? Because I feel so alone even though I'm surrounded by the most luxurious material comforts my mother could afford. Because I can get by an entire week speaking less than 10 lines to my brother and mother even though I am home 90% of the time. Because there is seriously something wrong with our relationships. I feel embraced by the comfort of my little nest that the room offers. But it all ends there. No matter how physically warm I can keep myself by hiding under the covers, I am so cold and lonely inside. I can't ignore the dull ache that is getting increasingly difficult to manage. I can only muster the courage to live another day, painful as it might be. Sometimes I get drown in my work to momentarily forget the pain. But as I tuck myself into bed at night, the hurt catches me unaware, working its way deep into the recesses of my heart. And I start the day afresh, revving my engine to endorse the drug that keeps me going, because it's the only thing I know and know that I am doing right. It's not the way to go. But it's the only way I know.