she's the proud heiress of the abuse cycle gladly handed down by her mother. i'll be damned if i end up like her. god, people don't know a damn thing about this woman. she wears her mask well, i have to admit. but hey, so do i. have you ever gotten into fist fights with your mother? has she ever called you stupid and hateful and mean? have you ever been manipulated so well, it's hardly detectable until you really think about it? probably not. you haven't got a damn thing on me. so fuck you.
she'll get what she deserves, i know this. deep down, i know i have more potential than this. but how am i supposed to move on when i haven't enough money to move out, a pill-popping mother screaming and bitching at me all the time, and endless drugs around me? how? please fill me in, i'd really like to know.
crack a beer. here's to being homeless!