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.


"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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