Here's the deal: Parenting is a fucking rat's nest of bullshit. Parenting is bad enough when two people do it together, but when only one person is in charge of all the things which keep people together, then the deal is fucked.
I am so fucking tired of being the one who figures out all the shit, in terms of day-to-day tedium. Nothing fazes me, yeah? "I want to go up there, and I don't want to ever come down. I want to see what's up there, because it must be better than the hell on the ground."
The streets are fucking cold. People are fucking cold. Look to the sky and pray to ... anything holy? What's up there? It can't be worse than the bullshit non-speak that happens on the ground every single day. See, the luck I've had could make a good person turn bad. Please, please, please let me get what I want this time. What do I want? Civility? Kindness? Reciprocity? Maybe, just love.
Sing me to sleep. I'm tired, and I want to go bed. Leave me alone. Don't try to wake me in the morning; I will be gone. Don't feel bad for me. I want you to know that deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go. Sing me to sleep. I don't want to wake up on my own anymore. Deep in the cell of my heart, I really want to go. There is another world. A better world. There must be.
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