The caustic effect of water on Mascara
Yeah. The doc. says she's depressed, right?
Yeah. She's so depressed, maybe that's why she always goes to the casino.
Yeah. Maybe that's why she told me that going out with Lori meant they would be a "support" for eachother to avoid going to the casino.
Yeah. Maybe that's why she feels that I can be left home alone.
Yeah. Home alone all the fucking time.
Make dinner for no one else but me. Maybe if they eat it later.
If we move to Phoenix it won't get better. She'll just find some place to go. She now has an excuse to go to the casino...either way she wins, I can imagine...--
"Well, I need to go to a psychologist!"
----We can't afford that.
"That's why I go to the casinos!"
----That's a huge reason to why we can't afford it.
You know, I might call dad. He told me I could call him whenever and he'd come home.
I hate weeks like these, it's been one day and I miss him a lot.
I can't ever do enough, you know that? I just can't. I'm only 15. I can't get a job. I can't help out. I can't fucking drive to the damned grocery store.
I can't buy my own asprin so I can get rid of this fuckin' headache.
I hate time. There's never enough and there's always too much.
Did you fuckin' know that?
She always finds time to go the the doctor for herself. To put some effort and some bullshitting to his questions.
Yet, when Sarah or I have a prescription, she can't fill it.
"I had skin cancer..."
Well, yeah, sure that's important. But, believe or not, science tells me that I am still growing, and Sarah probably is too. Science also suggests visiting a doctor at least once a year for a check-up. Has that happened? No, not really. Dentists, sure! Why, you fuckin' love the dentist, he's like an uncle to you. And oh, we have to be fuckin' beautiful, with perfect-assed smiles, don't we?
Yeah, well let me tell you something.
That whole complaint I've been having about my jaw for the past oh...six, seven..hell. Nine months? Yeah, well, I've been noticing that it throws my bite off until I just so happen to pop my jaw, something that you really shouldn't fucking do (something you told me to try to avoid.) And, not to mention, I might just have inherited your stupid fucking TMJ gene since it seems that you believe more than fucking 50 godamned percent of our genes came from your fucking side of the family, because you are so fucking superior, aren't you bitch? Yeah.
Well, at least I didn't inherit your fucking stupid assed way of thinking.
Oh, what now. I'll tell you what: You're an idiot. A fucking idiot. One who has lost any sense of family care and cleaning and not being a lazy slob. You know, we can't do everything. Sarah works more than you. God knows Dad works the hardest. You hardly work at all. You're a stay-at-home Mom with a partying attitude, and you still haven't figured out that you're going on 44 years of age.
I understand I have less problems that many people, people I know. Specifically you, Jakey and Jess. So excuse my whimpering with a flick of the wrist, I'm just angry.
And another thing:
She thinks she can hide that she's at the casino. She doesn't mention it. Maybe she didn't feel the tenseness in my voice, I fuckin' don't know. But, I know that that little jingling doesn't happen at the olive garden! I know that you enjoy the casino and gambling and spending (most likely) Dad's hard earned money for needs of us, not just you. And you wonder why he doesn't get anything he wants. You wonder, don't you bitch? I'll tell you why: You piss all of his money away, say "Oh, I came out even.." and then you take out 450 fucking bucks for your car payment. And you think that sticking two-hundred in the bank is an even deal.
I know why I do this. I remember now. I do this because when I'm 18 I'm gonna go all out. I'm gonna get a scholarship to a nice school. I'm gonna get away from this place, no matter how much I'll miss them. I'm gonna get a good education, so I can get lots of money and so I can take care of the people I love. Unlike her. Unlike someone who's responsibility is that she needs to take care of us. Her children. But no.
Fuck all of the vain cunts in the world. Just fuck 'em. Kill them all.
Yeah. She's so depressed, maybe that's why she always goes to the casino.
Yeah. Maybe that's why she told me that going out with Lori meant they would be a "support" for eachother to avoid going to the casino.
Yeah. Maybe that's why she feels that I can be left home alone.
Yeah. Home alone all the fucking time.
Make dinner for no one else but me. Maybe if they eat it later.
If we move to Phoenix it won't get better. She'll just find some place to go. She now has an excuse to go to the casino...either way she wins, I can imagine...--
"Well, I need to go to a psychologist!"
----We can't afford that.
"That's why I go to the casinos!"
----That's a huge reason to why we can't afford it.
You know, I might call dad. He told me I could call him whenever and he'd come home.
I hate weeks like these, it's been one day and I miss him a lot.
I can't ever do enough, you know that? I just can't. I'm only 15. I can't get a job. I can't help out. I can't fucking drive to the damned grocery store.
I can't buy my own asprin so I can get rid of this fuckin' headache.
I hate time. There's never enough and there's always too much.
Did you fuckin' know that?
She always finds time to go the the doctor for herself. To put some effort and some bullshitting to his questions.
Yet, when Sarah or I have a prescription, she can't fill it.
"I had skin cancer..."
Well, yeah, sure that's important. But, believe or not, science tells me that I am still growing, and Sarah probably is too. Science also suggests visiting a doctor at least once a year for a check-up. Has that happened? No, not really. Dentists, sure! Why, you fuckin' love the dentist, he's like an uncle to you. And oh, we have to be fuckin' beautiful, with perfect-assed smiles, don't we?
Yeah, well let me tell you something.
That whole complaint I've been having about my jaw for the past oh...six, seven..hell. Nine months? Yeah, well, I've been noticing that it throws my bite off until I just so happen to pop my jaw, something that you really shouldn't fucking do (something you told me to try to avoid.) And, not to mention, I might just have inherited your stupid fucking TMJ gene since it seems that you believe more than fucking 50 godamned percent of our genes came from your fucking side of the family, because you are so fucking superior, aren't you bitch? Yeah.
Well, at least I didn't inherit your fucking stupid assed way of thinking.
Oh, what now. I'll tell you what: You're an idiot. A fucking idiot. One who has lost any sense of family care and cleaning and not being a lazy slob. You know, we can't do everything. Sarah works more than you. God knows Dad works the hardest. You hardly work at all. You're a stay-at-home Mom with a partying attitude, and you still haven't figured out that you're going on 44 years of age.
I understand I have less problems that many people, people I know. Specifically you, Jakey and Jess. So excuse my whimpering with a flick of the wrist, I'm just angry.
And another thing:
She thinks she can hide that she's at the casino. She doesn't mention it. Maybe she didn't feel the tenseness in my voice, I fuckin' don't know. But, I know that that little jingling doesn't happen at the olive garden! I know that you enjoy the casino and gambling and spending (most likely) Dad's hard earned money for needs of us, not just you. And you wonder why he doesn't get anything he wants. You wonder, don't you bitch? I'll tell you why: You piss all of his money away, say "Oh, I came out even.." and then you take out 450 fucking bucks for your car payment. And you think that sticking two-hundred in the bank is an even deal.
I know why I do this. I remember now. I do this because when I'm 18 I'm gonna go all out. I'm gonna get a scholarship to a nice school. I'm gonna get away from this place, no matter how much I'll miss them. I'm gonna get a good education, so I can get lots of money and so I can take care of the people I love. Unlike her. Unlike someone who's responsibility is that she needs to take care of us. Her children. But no.
Fuck all of the vain cunts in the world. Just fuck 'em. Kill them all.