Smothering.
Sometimes I wonder if you knew how many times I had to turn down an invite just to keep you company.
I really love you and there’s this voice inside me telling me to keep calm, that letting your only child grow up isn’t the easiest thing.
But sometimes, it’s just too much. You’re smothering me, you’re everywhere.
I’m so scared that soon, I’m going to resent you for all this; for not letting me go. I’ve seen your friends, the ones from broken homes. I don’t want to be like them.
Please let me grow.
- the Cat





