my mother's a judgemental hateful bitch, who still manages to make me feel like...the lowest substance in the universe....alive dead or otherwise, like whatever self worth i may have harvoured up in the last few months by makign myself feel better using sex, she strips away in a matter of minutes and then continues to run me into the ground, while simultaneously throwing out little colourful stripes of empathy and "motherly love"...always on technicalities, she says it like it's an obligation, like it's her duty to. and the most amazing thing is, it's not like i live with the woman, not like she's in my life, she's on the other side of the fucking planet, and in time we've been apart for close to two years now. Amazing isn't it? anyways what it amount to is that im in a very official way being forced to stay in this shithole town, living in the house's fucking bombshelter, with an army general aunt and a fat uncle who likes to cook but pays no mind to how much of his arm hair gets in the food....which is ok because they eat the most grose "health food" type shit anyways. say goodbye to whatever remnants of a social like you had too adam, coz come 10pm, this shithole town becomes a fucking ghost town, no way in or out without your own car, which i don't have. here's to family and freedom.