I smiled at my mom and she smiled back happily. It was just after I turned seventeen and everything has been going according to plan. To everyone, I had gotten great help and was doing so much better mentally.
But there's not even anything wrong with me.
“I made you tea, mom,” I said.
“Oh, sweetheart, thank you so much,” she said.
I smiled, sitting beside her on the couch with my own cup. She set the cup down, giving me a hug.
Don't punch her, Frank, if you punch her then everything will be ruined.
I forced a smile, hugging her back.
God, I hate this.
“Here, drink up before it gets cold,” I said.
She chuckled, picking up her cup and drinking it.
“I'm going to do my homework,” I lied.
I smiled, going up to my room. I sat at my desk, looking at the blank paper in front
