Give me some time to sort out the chemicals that make a difference
in how much I want to die today, please.
I'm sorry, I'm just tired of being told all the reasons why
you have it so much worse than me.
I'm not trying to start an argument, I'm just frustrated because I spent all afternoon
doing all of your chores. But, that's my fault, I know you're busy
with your part-time job and videogames.
I don't mean to make you feel bad,
I just have a hard time remembering that the earth actually revolves around you instead of
the sun. I wasn't aware that I was signing myself up for a re-teaching of basic
I'm sorry if it seems like I'm walking on eggshells, it's just that I am.
Because everything is my fault.
I've always been the ball and chain that drags the prisoner under the water.
Too heavy to carry around.
Too bulky and awkward to keep moving around your living room
every time you want to hang a new painting.
I know you said my "bullshit causes [you] stress", but you're all I have
since you took me away from everything else.
And, I really need help. I don't feel safe.
No, I'm sorry, nothing is wrong. I'm just a little overwhelmed.
Probably because I'm tired.
I know I should go to bed earlier.
Yes, I promise I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you.
I was just overreacting, again.