Sometimes I think about how my mum told me that family will be there for you and that my friends won’t. And then I think about how she has told me that if it weren’t for the fact that I was her daughter, she wouldn’t even give a sh*t about me. And how my family are almost always responsible for all my relapses. How they make me feel like I’m invisible and useless and that I owe them everything in the world.
And then I think about my best friend and how we stick by each other even though we’re not related by blood.
And I know that my mother is wrong.
“Blood is thicker than water.” Yeah, well so is yogurt.
Our friendship isn’t water anyway. It’s steel.