l don't know

At the end of the day, it’s just me and my complicated life. My mom talks to me like ndikuonjeza, without even listening to my side. Sometimes I wonder if all of this is happening because my dad is gone—maybe if he were here, things would have been different. Or maybe it’s me… maybe I’m just too much. I’ve really tried my best to stay strong, but it’s still so hard. I can’t even show my emotions because they might take it the wrong way and say I’m not okay. Everything I do feels questioned. Now I’m starting to doubt myself again… what if what they’re saying about me turns out to be true?