Sunday, June 17th, 2001 | 0:25
My head hurts like a bullet

This afternoon, I hurt my mother as best I could. I told her she was a bad parent. She "isn't talking to me anymore." My sister has been hysterical all evening; to the point where she sounded as if she were about to throw up. I'm lending her a large sum of money to get to her math tutoring appointment on the other side of the city. She told me my mother is threatening to move out. I have hoped for this for ten years.

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"You have to earn my respect."

"Just because you gave birth to me, doesn't mean my respect for you is mandatory."

"Yes it does."

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