Jan 22, 2008 21:24
Mom lied to noah. stole from the store.
"All you guys do is cost me more and more money. Cell phones. TV's. When are you going to work. Gonna get a job?"
Noah. Eleven. Listening. Listening to "you can't just sit there all night and chew. one day you're just not going to wake up. Thats it. OD."
Listening to "you hallucinate in your sleep. Keep me up. you sit there on the side of the bed trying to pull your pants up for half an hour and then urinate all over yourself."
Listening to "Thats got nothing to do with the pills. Its the hormones!"
The looks from everyone when I say something. "My mom went running for so many miles...My mom and I are going to Lowes to buy tiles. My mom took me to sell drugs. Don't worry. We were good."
From dad. Daddy dearest. Dad with a moustach and a beer belly, only happy when he's not here, only happy when he's drunk. Mom, doesn't know to shut the bathroom door.
Sometimes I wish mom would just die. Sometimes I wish I would get hit by a car or shot or stabbed or brutally mutilated. So people would come and see me. So mom would have to get better. Shake her out of it.
Sometimes I think that, yea, sure I've got me a chance. But other times I don't.
I'm sad alot.