I spent $12,000 on a degree I’m wasting, because I’m too entrenched in mediocrity to do something about it. I’d like to say I’m afraid of trying and failing, but I’ve buried everything so deep that I’ve lost the ability to feel it any more.
It’s your fault mother. You systematically find ways to beat me down as you self destruct. Bravo. Now nobody can be happy. You’ve driven me to the point where I’ve shut everything down to stop feeling the bullshit you pull, and I’ve lost my drive. Are you happy? Probably not. This will be my fault as well. But do you know what? I don’t care. One day I’ll be out of here, and then I’ll be able to live again. I just hope whatever is left inside isn’t dead by the time that day comes. And just so you know, other people have noticed, your mask is slipping, so next time you lunge with that verbal knife, stop, have a look around, because they finally see the crazy bitch you are.
Oh how I hope it’s not genetic – I know what happened with your mother. How do you not see the pattern? Why? Just, why.