Why? isn't that an everlasting and burning word. you say why to so many things in life to get no answer. i'm saying why to my mother. why does she say the things that she does. why does she think everything that spews from her flawed mouth is right.
why why why. i listen to the words she screams throughout the house as she goes on a rampage,
on how inadequate she thinks my father is. and how he is such a fuck-up. these words feed my little brothers minds. why do they have to hear this.
i'm sick of asking. i want answers.
now.
i'm trying to learn how to roll a coin through my knuckles. i'm failing.
i want sushi right now. so little seems to be going my way these days,
except with C. she's perfect.
G'night,
shiftcommathree Sawyer.
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