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“Me: The more she wants to be close with me, the more demanding she becomes. She gets disappointed and sad. She gets angry, and I’ve learnt how to keep her in a good mood. I’ve learnt to be who she wants me to be. To think what she wants me to think. Every time I try to take my own path, I feel guilty. I’ve even hated her, sworn I’d never forgive her. I’ve wished she were dead. Some days, that’s all I think about. How much I hate her. I almost feel like killing her. It’s sick, I know. There’s something wrong with me.”
― Elisabeth Norebäck, Tell Me You're Mine