mother
today i came home happy as can be because dumb softball was rained out my mother was also home she was making something she smiled shocked i took a seat and we started chatting for the first time in years, so i asked “mom do you think i’m stressed” i asked her because i’d been feeling funny latley she didn’t respond but turned eyeing me “Yes…i think your the kind of person that would get so stressed they’d blow their head off” we looked at eachother before i walked away. wellllllllllllllllllllll what do you guys think sorry for venting but better here then her face >:3
my mother is so amazing
so beautifull
so awesome
the way she yells and ignores people the way she wants to be treated like a fucking queen or how her word is law or if the little shit comes home crying excpects her children to help and care for her sorry ass to bad i’m to afraid to speak up to your drunk ass maby if you put down your drink for two minutes and listnened you could help me understand why your so fucked up and why the hell you take everything out on me why not my brother i know hes your faviort and he does everything perfect im sorry i like other people and dont follow the heard im sorry my friends are weird and strange and the boy i like isn’t meeting your standards im sorry i get so mad that i punch walls and bruise and cut my knuckles its the only thing i can do to keep from smacking your dumb face to keep my anger down at school i act so much diffrent not up tight and as you call me loser daughter im sorry i cant fucking be everything you want but once in your god damn life listen to me when im screaming at you! or maybe just maybe i wont aim my fist at the wall ill knock you at cold maybe even go farther but i wont ill keep my anger hidden no one will know about your fucked up daughter how perfect i must be to everyone or maybe they dont even know about me maybe you only have a perfect skinny fast strong son eh?
