Man, I’ve had a shit couple of months. Today I was getting stitches at the ER for an accidental (on purpose) cut and before we went my mom told me I wasn’t coming home. Cue “this is the last time. Please. I want to be at home. I’ll be good.” Same old. Same old. I never seem to change. Always stuck in shitty patterns, always disappointing people. I became “that” family member, always begging for a second chance.