Horrid Thoughts with Hard Questions
A Lonely Home
She’s not home yet. I don’t know why I expected her to be.
Dammit.
You think now that I’m eighteen I wouldn’t need my mother. Yet, she’s not home and I feel like I’m going to explode with rage. And I’m hungry.
I hope she has fun with that guy who’s old enough to be my brother. Maybe she’ll get out of my life for good. That way I don’t expect anything from her.
Claire still hasn’t called. I’m worried. If it’s happened again I don’t know what I’ll do this time.
I guess I’ll fix it, somehow. Like I always have.
Dammit.
I'm going to figure out what's going on. I'm tired of being in the dark.
Dammit.
You think now that I’m eighteen I wouldn’t need my mother. Yet, she’s not home and I feel like I’m going to explode with rage. And I’m hungry.
I hope she has fun with that guy who’s old enough to be my brother. Maybe she’ll get out of my life for good. That way I don’t expect anything from her.
Claire still hasn’t called. I’m worried. If it’s happened again I don’t know what I’ll do this time.
I guess I’ll fix it, somehow. Like I always have.
Dammit.
I'm going to figure out what's going on. I'm tired of being in the dark.