So angry . . . so futile. . . .
I don’t wanna wind up one of those unbalanced crazies that kills their mother, but . . . I seriously can’t stand living with her, sometimes. I just want to be alone, and . . . I never am. Hell is other people, and I’m always, always in Hell, waking or sleeping. And I know I’m stuck, that this is the way it’s gonna be, possibly till she dies, but I’m so tired of this life, and her, and everyone. Tired of constantly being angry or sad, and having to trick myself into not wishing I was dead most of the time.
My Current Mood: “Enraged”, with a side of “Depths-of-Despair”
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