its not your fault, mom.
its not.
(don't let him tell you it is.)
i'm so tired of my dad. his crankiness, his hostility.
why blame my mom for the fact that we don't have any money? why blame me?
i can't get over the fact
that i drank sour milk all last week,
and josh had to bring me sandwiches
for lunch every day at school.
no, kelly - i'm adjusting fine -
but he always has his cigarettes and pepsi.
i wish i could make it all okay.