Your mother leads with no direction. No resolve, no end to feeling helpless and an outcast when the loudest cries mean shit. Locked inside the bitter envy of everything that you thought “crazy”, when growing up. We when we grew up. Take a deep breath and relax. Don’t throw away these lives because they’ll understand. Wait until tomorrow.So desperate. Why are you so surprised with what you see? It doesn’t have to be so far between. Don’t throw away the lives you’ve so entrusted because they all understand. Home is not a safety zone. So broken by the things we loathe.