Why, when I am talking to you, do you just stop fucking listening and paying fucking attention? And yet, you’l listen to tim when he’s fucking banging on about his fucking new fucking phone. I realise I must be really fucking boring to you, but here’s the thing, I dont have anyone else to fucking talk to. and you just glaze off into the distance, saying you’re too tired. WELL STOP FUCKING KILLING YOURSELF IN THAT FUCKING PLACE. No-one is asking you to. You come home 6 hours after you’re supposed to, you work in a shop FFS!!! NO-ONE SAID YOU HAD TO DO THAT. Sometimes, it’d just be nice to talk, and have you listen and not just glaze over, especially when 5 minutes later you’re listening to him and talking to him like the sun shines out of his fucking arse. It doesn’t. He’s mean, he picks on me, he makes me feel inferior. And I hate him. I know you all have a good laugh about me, you’re always taking the fucking piss! I can’t wait to go back to uni because then I won’t be around, to deal with all the stuff about nan and grandad you left me with, and to be the butt of all your jokes. And for you to not listen to me, because obviously you dont think what I have to say is important.
I love you mum, but sometimes, being around you and them, makes me hate myself.