Mar 24, 2005 01:14
Apparently I am a child who thinks they understand everything in life.
My mother tries to keep me in her web and she keeps sucking my blood.
Not literally of course, that would just be bizarre.
I'm so fucking apolegetic that I was born and that for me to live I need money. Look, I never asked for much but apparently I ask too much. Forgive me that I dropped my Spanish class in fear of my 4.0 GPA, that I never rebelled or yelled at you when I was younger, that I made your life as fucking easy as I possibly could. I'm so goddamn sorry that I was only on the National Honor Society in school to make you proud, that I was always there for you when you needed me to be to help you, that you've brainwashed me to the point where I can't stand disappointing you or I want to punish myself if you don't do it. I'm sorry that I make you cry whenever I try to have a civil conversation with you about my life. I apoligize that I'm a little fucked up and I'm sorry that good ole genetic depression you passed down hit me when I was 11 and I started smoking. I'm sorry that since I'm so fucked up now you have to spend money on a psychiatrist because you never fuckin let me have any freedom and left me alone with no one to talk to including you. I'm so FUCKING sorry that nobody is hiring and that I can't pay you all the goddamn fucking money for the car insurance and the phone bill and school because my job is a piece of shit and they only let me work Saturday and Sunday.
I hope you're so happy. I'm just sorry I'm my own goddamn person with my own thoughts.
::end rant::
No, I'm not pissed.
I'm just gonna help her out a bit and cancel my psychiatrist appointment coming up.
What are they gonna do?
I was just curious to see how fucked up I was... oh well. My friends have already diagnosed me.