Friday

Fuck it all

I can't even wake you without getting my hand slapped. "I just want to take a quick nap." - at 8pm? That's called going to bed, honey. Or maybe that's the liquor talking. You moan about never getting to see your family, and they spend money to come and see you, and you pull shit like this.
I did everything for this move. But you'll never realize that.
I'm recognizing more and more how stupid I am for staying with you.

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