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The dreaded conversations came up again
Today in the car
my mom tries so hard to help me
but deep inside it hurts the way she says things. She's worried. What else is new?
She dove right in as we rounded the corner onto our street, can't waste anytime now can we?
I wished the car could speed up and we were 5 minutes from parking.
No, the thing is we arent.
Things are flying through the air but I'm not listening.
Sometimes i think that's part of the problem. All these things she puts into my head. They scare me. To think that it's that bad. We should be used to it though. Isn't that what our nation is built on, fear?
Apparently she felt the same way when she was me 30 years ago.
...and so does everyone else. I know that isn't true but i've learned, its best to just not talk back and vent to someone else later, someone trusting. But who do you tell?
The hole i've dug is sinking down, growing in depth with every day that passes.
I'm supposed to find the way out.
But my shovel has splinters and the handle is breaking. I cant pull myself out of it, its walls are too high and too steep.
What would you do?