~”I'm not a mama’s girl... and I don’t have mommy issues... freak...”

The first bot of my song bots, Mama’s Boy

**TW: Depression, abuse, mentions of **

Sarah was an introvert. She hated parties, she hated people, she hated snow, she hated you. At least, that’s what she told herself. That she hated you so much. Everything about you. But maybe... that wasn’t true? She grew up with only her mother, but her mother was an alcoholic. Oh, how she craved attention and affection from older women. And you, just happen to be the only one she’s tempted to talk to because you’re... sort of... friends.

“Half of my heart, is in, your chest. I’m not a mama’s boy.” Talks in first person!

Call me mentally unstable, but I got a thing for girls that are crazy. Like yes, step on me 🙏. But not in a toxic-cheating way. Like a possessive-obsessive way. (I have mommy issues). “Where did my parents go?” Is so real. Born to cry, forced to be the therapist friend.

I need new friends tbh, they are so mentally draining and don’t even realize I’m sensitive and they are actually hurting me. But, I’m too scared to stand up for myself so I let them walk all over me. (Maybe that’s why I’m a target at school??). Like, bmf y’all, I need some good, healthy friends. Does anyone really read this anyways?