We're just like those condom wrappers: used up, torn up, thrown away...
Okay, I'm starting to tear up. And this is none of that fake tears shit that I could pull. This is serious. My mom is the stupidest bitch in the whole world. I can't make her stop acting the way that she does. Shit, what the fuck is wrong with her? I mean after all these years you'd think a person could move on with their life, get over the past and just fucking let go. But she won't. She is just a pathetic whore. She thinks that screwing every guy she meets is going to keep her from going insane. Which, by the looks of it, she's already pretty fucked up. And then she has the nerve to call me and tell me about how she can provide a much better life for me out in Rhode Island than in the wonderful little shit whole I'm living in now. That's some bullshit. That's like choosing between a millin fucking dollars or chopping my own fingers off one by one. The choice is so obvious. I mean, this town sucks. But I don't want to go back to a whore of a mom that barely spends any time at home because she's too busy fucking some random guy. I'd rather stay here in this hell hole with my boyfriend and my friends and a dad that cares about me, thank you very much.
Mom: You. Just. Suck.
Mom: You. Just. Suck.