"...to the sunrise or the sunset, the master and his servant.."
Sometimes I wish I could pack my bags and get the fuck out of here. I should have moved to west palm beach when I had the chance. Now I miss my brother more and more everyday, and I'm stuck in this house. This cage. With two monsters. I am the prey and they are the hunters. It's no fair game when I'm cornered by the two.
She needs to grow up. She needs to mature into the mother she should be. I can take this responsibility no longer. I can't keep watch over her. I can't keep an eye on my sister to make sure she doesn't get out of trouble, and frankly, I don't care to. I can't protect all my friends, most of which don't want the protection. And most of all, I can't take care of myself. I should not be the last on my own list of worries. It's time to step up to plate. Take care of me. If I don't, no one will. I don't want to call your bosses to tell them you can't make it. That's what your mother is for. Not your daughter. It shouldn't be possible to mother your own mother. And I'm beginning to think it's not. Maybe I should sit her down on my knee while I comb her hair and explain to her that facts of life. Mothers take care of their children, it should not be the other way around. I'm sorry that your husband left you. But you know what? he left us too. The time for pity has passed. It's time you take care of me.
This summer has been shot to hell.
She needs to grow up. She needs to mature into the mother she should be. I can take this responsibility no longer. I can't keep watch over her. I can't keep an eye on my sister to make sure she doesn't get out of trouble, and frankly, I don't care to. I can't protect all my friends, most of which don't want the protection. And most of all, I can't take care of myself. I should not be the last on my own list of worries. It's time to step up to plate. Take care of me. If I don't, no one will. I don't want to call your bosses to tell them you can't make it. That's what your mother is for. Not your daughter. It shouldn't be possible to mother your own mother. And I'm beginning to think it's not. Maybe I should sit her down on my knee while I comb her hair and explain to her that facts of life. Mothers take care of their children, it should not be the other way around. I'm sorry that your husband left you. But you know what? he left us too. The time for pity has passed. It's time you take care of me.
This summer has been shot to hell.