Sunday, February 08, 2004
True Tales of Human Trauma
My "mother" says the other day "Looks like I did a Robbie." What the hell does that mean? That I'm a mistake and that I'm not supposed to be here at all? She tells me that all the time, the fucking bitch. Said I wasn't supposed to be born and that they had to have Sonny so I could have someone to play with(because God forbid I make friends with kids outside of the family). Or is it that I fuck up so often, when she thinks of mistakes, she thinks of me? I'm the one who fucks up the least. Sonny's a retard, Franky's on his way, and Daniel's seven and barely learning to read. I was reading hundred page Goosebumps books by then. The weren't exactly hard books to read, but I don't expect Daniel to be reading Dickens. I'm the only one who has any promise of getting into an exceptional college and she barely made it out of college. The God damned, drugged cow.
Today, my parents were going to force me to go to some stupid shit meeting. It was a meeting for an organization I didn't want to be in in the first place, so obviously I objected. My parents get pissed at me, like they did me this huge favor by taking me to my grandma's. My aunt says that she can take me home since she was going to the west side anyways and they get pissed at me for asking. I never fucking asked. My aunt, and the whole family probably, can just tell that I have bad parents who never wanted kids in the first place(see above), so she tried to save me for a little while from their tyranny. I'll kill them all before I leave.
My "mother" says the other day "Looks like I did a Robbie." What the hell does that mean? That I'm a mistake and that I'm not supposed to be here at all? She tells me that all the time, the fucking bitch. Said I wasn't supposed to be born and that they had to have Sonny so I could have someone to play with(because God forbid I make friends with kids outside of the family). Or is it that I fuck up so often, when she thinks of mistakes, she thinks of me? I'm the one who fucks up the least. Sonny's a retard, Franky's on his way, and Daniel's seven and barely learning to read. I was reading hundred page Goosebumps books by then. The weren't exactly hard books to read, but I don't expect Daniel to be reading Dickens. I'm the only one who has any promise of getting into an exceptional college and she barely made it out of college. The God damned, drugged cow.
Today, my parents were going to force me to go to some stupid shit meeting. It was a meeting for an organization I didn't want to be in in the first place, so obviously I objected. My parents get pissed at me, like they did me this huge favor by taking me to my grandma's. My aunt says that she can take me home since she was going to the west side anyways and they get pissed at me for asking. I never fucking asked. My aunt, and the whole family probably, can just tell that I have bad parents who never wanted kids in the first place(see above), so she tried to save me for a little while from their tyranny. I'll kill them all before I leave.
// posted by Unknown @ 2:59 PM 
