I hate being annoyed by my mother. There is one simple reason, and that is that it triggers every single painful, irritating, or otherwise unpleasant memory which are all meticulously documented in my mind, like most things are, preserved like pieces of amber all containing one reason or another why I’m utterly fucked off. Having a photographic memory is like serving a life sentence in which you have to live every second of your lifetime over, and over, Sometimes I pray for some kind of memory loss disease, where every shit episode of my life is erased, so maybe I won’t remember every fault in my upbringing and every word ever said to me. I worry that all the memories will persist even after my relatives are dead, I’ll still burn with anger when I’m reminded of every time my soul was broken because my parents were unhappy so therefore that made me inferior and not worth their time. Despite being passionate about human rights, some people don’t deserve them. The majority of parents don’t deserve their children, why bring something into the world to make it want to die.
