20071012, 10:38 PM
What's Love Got To Do With It?
I come home, to empty promises which never seem to be fufilled. I am told that things will be done, nope it's only a call again saying "Ciara, clean the house up". Oh great! Fuck y'all. That's seriously all that was running through my mind. They just tell me to do this in all of 10 minutes and my house is a hot mess so I'm running myself dry tryin to clean the house by myself for a good ten minutes including moving things, putting beer away, cleaning pots and pans and vacuuming But it doesnt matter because they aren't honestly greatful for me doing that for THEM. That shit didn't benefit me any. They don't even end up bringing me home anything to eat when they know there is nothing for me to eat in the house, and they promised they would have brought me something. I couldn't even scavenge anything if my life depended on it. But it doesn't matter right? Because out of this apparent "LOVE" my mother never hesistates to tell me ALL the freakin time that it's okay to skip meals. Because out of this apparent "LOVE" my mom LOVES to tell me I'm fat. Now that's what she considers "love" huh? That's pretty fucked up if you ask me.
posted by Cici @ 10:38 PM
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