| Writer's Block: Looking Back |
[Apr. 21st, 2009|07:00 pm] |
This is not nostalgia. June 1, 2003. I was 16.
"I am sick of her treating me like I don't understand what she's saying. Cutting my sentances off like they don't mean anything...and pointing her finger in my face for no reason. My throat hurts from holding in my screams. I hate her, I really do. Sometimes I wish she would hit me again. Then I could yell...then she'd get me angry enough. She hit me last week and I didn't yell. I yelled before though and that's why I got hit.
Fuck off mom. " |
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