Wednesday, April 15, 2009

If you don't mind

When someone decids that they want out of your life and they leave, why do they then deem it necessary to continue to interfere in your life after they've checked out? You don't rent a room at a hotel for three nights, pay for it, then continue staying there for another few days. You don't move out of an apartment and keep taking showers there every morning. You don't graduate from highschool and then show up every day for third period Spanish 2. (As I'm typing this I'm making an assumption of normality.) When you cut yourself out of something, when you leave something or someone behind, that's it. It's over. You can't go back to it. You should leave it be. My mother left me. She doesn't speak to me. We don't see eachother. Yet here she is making my life miserable. It isn't fair. It isn't right. She cut herself out of my life. Now she needs to get the hell out of it for good. I can live without my mother. What I can't live with is her invisible form hovering in the distance causing trouble and wishing harm. She doesn't want me as her kid. She claims I'm not her daughter. She only has one now and it isn't me. So what the hell business does she have making me miserable? If you don't mind, mom, and if you'll pardon my french, get the f*ck out of my life. Go away. Leave me alone. And learn to use the computer so I can email this to you.

Hostess to this mad tea party:

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I'm nothing but a lone wolf, misunderstood and labeled to be dangerous.