No one,At all has their priorities straight. Not even close. I'm glad to finally realize this and now I see that all my attempts at maintaining a good life have been futile.
My mom came home today and yelled at me, explaining to me how much of a bad daugther I am, How much of a fucked up drug addict I am, How much she regretted having me, The bitch even told me how I'm not going to amount to anything in life, How in a few years I'm going to in up like my father, In jail or dead.
And everyone wonders why I have so much hatred for everyone.
A place called home, Is a place called hell.
