When we met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now I'm pretty lonely

Something my mum should stop doing is sending me awkward texts when she's drunk and I'm sitting 5 metres away.
It's not fun to get a message in terrible spelling saying, 'hi cait. i love you. stop being rude,' while you're trying to read about mangled corpses and homosexual rapists and she's sitting there drunkenly giggling on the sofa.
hey mum, congrats, you just showed me what kind of wonderful life i could lead in the future if i had kids and got drunk every weekend!

oh, and a little word of advice. when your daughter has a ridiculously sore throat from inhaling toxic chemicals, it's probably best if you stop smoking toxic chemicals right in front of her while she's slowly dying of bitter, bitter pain.

um anyway. this puts my mother in a dreadfully bad light.
ohwell. gonna go cut my wrists some more now.
haha!
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