Somehow my brother is convinced that “everything is going fine!!â€
I want to know what fucking drugs he has and why the hell he is not sharing them with me.
She’s convinced we’re within days of being destitute and in the gutter. No clean washcloths last night. (Any other linen you could possibly want…) Her pajamas weren’t in her room and I had to go hunt them down. Pair of socks she apparently left behind last year - whereabouts unknown. Dinner tonight - “oh, no need to put yourself out†- WTF? It’s dinner, not remodeling the kitchen, and I DO cook on a regular basis when she is not here. Oh, and there is something wrong with the radio in her room. (Something w/the switch on it - it works, but little bro knows the details of the issue, I don’t.)
She’s got this incredible talent at making me feel like a complete and total fuckup. I really don’t need help with that, thankyouverymuch, I can do that on my own. But, it’s quite literally been this way FOREVER. I have tried and TRIED to get to the point where I can blow it off, but just still haven’t mastered it and frankly, I probably never will.
I just downed an entire See’s Bordeaux Bar and it doesn’t seem to have made a difference.
They really need to start selling Valium over the counter.
