June 22nd, 2010
fuck him
If I had the money, the bare minimum,
I’d wear the same outfit everyday, whatever,
eat ramen everyday and skimp on lifestyle necessities,
if that meant I could live away from him, and never see him until he’s normal. Off his stupid ass medicine with his brain in tact like a sane human.
His unhappiness rubs off on every person in this family.
I’d live away and work. I’d probably work harder than I would now. But then practicality hits.
Or maybe,
screw practicality. I don’t know. Endure it a little longer. Wait out the storm..
