Repeated statements and one-sided conversations, empty words, cutting remarks, and awkward smiles. All on the menu when we interact, not knowing what is genuine and what is a joke between two people bound by blood. Guilt often settles in my stomach like a bad lasagna dish at lunch, but it only boils over to make me angrier and lob pointed insults I'll later regret. Don't expect me to come back and mend what has been frayed for so long, but don't expect me to go away.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It was slightly longer than a lot of the pieces I’ve been posting lately, so that’s progress 🙂 Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 