Your mother was born in December, on the one sunny day that winter gave up.

[raven]

She will never leave me alone.
It's all so messy.
I hate it. I only want to be left alone.
I hate fighting and arguments...
I only want to be left alone. I never asked for anything more than that.
I'm so tired of everything. I may just go to bed, and sleep, and not dream, and wait for tomorrow.
It's too messy to cope with any more.
If only you could choose your family....

What did I do that you can't seem to want me?