Parents. (go back »)

Sometimes I wish my parents never came home.

They make me clean all day, and then complain about the way that I did it.

If they don't like the way I do it...don't make me do it!

How hard is that to understand?

Whisper.Whisper.Whisper.

About the unperfect child.

Shun her away.

She won't stay.

Once I'm old enough to move out, I'm GOING!

I cannot stay here much longer.

That was today's rant.

-sigh-