rachana rajan <3

(fanfic in Harry’s POV)

There is absolutely no point stressing about it.

It’s really not in my control when my mom keeps crying and makes everything about her, even though I’ve told her I’m dealing with things and I need space and I never said I don’t love her.

It’s really not in my control when my dad hurts me intentionally because he has no clue how to talk and mom makes excuses for his bad behavior.

It’s really not in my control that I don’t have the money to do the things I want to do and I have to be in situations I’d rather not be.

It’s really not in my control when the world invades in my private space.

I might scream, I might cry, I might wish I need to get away from my dysfunctional family.

But nothing really seem to change.

I wish I could run away but I might not have the money to do that as well.

So I do the only thing that’s in my control.

Detach and stop caring about these things because the more I care about it, it just turns into a vicious cycle and end up consuming me.

So I take care of my space and my mind. Take care of my inner peace and play my fight song.

You can keep repeating that you love someone and want the best for them, you can keep repeating that you need your space and privacy. You can keep saying that they need to get their shit together because they have the emotional maturity of a teaspoon.

But if these words are unheard somehow no matter how many times you say it. If your efforts are gone unnoticed. It’s time my love for you to love and respect yourself and stop talking until the message sinks in.