Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
Done.
I can't handle another restless night of stupid questions and 3rd grade fights.
I can't manage another dinner alone, calculating the time you spent talking to me for the day in comparison to how much you spent talking to the computer screen.
I can't bawl to my mom of how you only make false promises and tell me things I want to hear just like the others.
I can't.
I'm done.
I'm done.
1 comment:
Hey, I hope you get this! Happy Birthday!!! I hope everything is going well for you! :) it sounds rough, but I hope you're doing better.
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