Wednesday, May 27, 2009

fuckin children

not literally of course.

but god damn, children are some kind of bummer. You raise them for what, nearly 17 years and you think that although you're pretty sure they hate you, they might have listened to something you've been saying for the last 17 years. Nope. Nope. They know SO MUCH more than you. Well yes now she does. Now she will be in a world I never knew, never wanted to know, and never will be in. Welcome! Please by all means be "too sad" to talk about it, and lets just let this 8000 pound rapist or however the saying goes sit in my motherfucking living room and we'll all just ignore it. Sure, that works great. That might work for your unfinished homework, your lies about where you are and what you're doing...but this doesn't work. IT DOES NOT. We need to talk about this lovely bind you've gotten yourself into this time, as it effects everyone.

But no, she's too sad. TOO SAD.

So am I.

Too sad to say I TOLD YOU SO and too sad to say this is what you get when you act 30.

Oh well. Enjoy your new life. :(

I know I won't and I swear to god 18 cannot get here quickly enough. Because now college is nearly out of the picture, as are many things...but sitting around this house and being sad about your shitty decision making is not a fucking option. Deal with it, move on, and get on with your life. Your life that obviously is so grown up that you don't need us. GO GO GO get out.

It's sad when the only word you can think about how you feel towards your daughter is hate. But there you have it. I hate her right now.

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