almost believing

And, of course, on nights like this, when tossing and turning just wakes me up even more,I almost start to believe everything my mother says: that it’s my fault. That it’s my fault I’m here with a heart machine pounding in my ears, my fault for being stubborn, my fault because I’m “difficult”… Almost.

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