Life is a bowl of cherries

I feel mixed.. More than anything, knots, hairs that weren't combed for years, an old rug... I feel confused. As I write, my cell vibrates and my friend worries,"Are u o.k.?" says the context. I reply back. Just like him, I write to shut my sorrow up. My mom comes in, I try to wipe my tears and act like I'm a non-caring, typical teenager. She gets mad and tells me to look at her eyes to tell me where she should drop me off. She wants me to treat her like a human instead of looking at the pc screen. I remember the word "Nothing is like it seems." I try to look at her face and make sure she doesn't get sad because of me. I tell her I'm going to meet him and she could drop me off at the mall. She goes away just after she puts a bowl of cherries in front of me. I stare at them. Mt cell vibrates again. He's worrying now. I feel sad for every one of us. I stare back at the cherries. They are the fun fruit. They've always been in the most playful photos, moments and memories. Now, how come they end up on my bed, near a girl, so confused?