Riddle me this: Why does my father think my mother is too blame for my insanity or the fact my brother can’t find a job? He says the reason “we don’t do anything is because our mother babied us too much” and that caused me to become apathetic how exactly? He is the one that thinks beating us would’ve helped… Normally, a mother’s gentleness should’ve translated to me wanting to help others. Instead, I want to watch them burn.
I can’t even fake “normalcy” anymore. I can’t even force myself to give the illusion that I care about my studies. I’m done with pretending. It’s time to knock the dominoes over and I don’t think my brief moment of consciousness is enough to stop me this time… Life really does sound like a terrible, awful, bad joke, doesn’t it?
Changing the subject, would anyone be interested in playing an online version of Cards Against Humanity with me or as a group? I’m bored.