Wow, my mom loves to flip out for absolutely no reason anymore.
Her favorite line is “you fucking kids”.
HERE’S A THOUGHT: Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten knocked up three times before you were thirty. Maybe instead of getting fucked up with your piece of shit husbandssssss, you should have done something with your life.
Unfortunately, you didn’t do that. And while I think you did an amazing job raising us and I couldn’t be more thankful, you clearly must regret every second of it.
SORRY WE’RE SUCH FAILURES, MOM. But I DID NOT ASK TO BE HERE. You fucked up, not me.
Here’s something for you to consider. Um… I’m not you? I’m going to be 23. Sure, I should be attempting to do SOMETHING with my life but at the same time, I don’t have children to worry about. I have to support myself and I do. Don’t worry about me, please.
All I want is for you to remember me. Not sure I’ve done enough. In the end this is only a melody. I guess that I will just try my best to sleep and I’ll wake up wondering, If anyone knows what is wrong with what I have become?