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I am filled with so much loathing I can barely look my loved ones in the face. I’m a child of divorce at the age of 33 which doesn’t make me as sad as you think.

Selfishly, I hate my parents for their individual self importance and weakness.

I hate the separate multiple phones made to me from opposite ends of their house. My dad did this…your mother did that…

I dread every text and ringtone. I self medicate with mixed drinks of high fructose corn syrup posing as cranberry juice and vodka bought from the last KMART in the state.

I wish I could just fade away.