I continue asking myself why I’m so infuriated, as if I don’t already know the answer. But it’s because I know the answer that fuels the anger inside me even more. Then I play the Blame Game, Pops is to blame because of his lack of responsibility, Mom is to blame because she chose her abusive ex-husband over her kids, God is to blame because he forsook us long before we forsook him. Then I give up, because no one’s to blame but myself. I know it’s pride, but what’s wrong with wanting to be treated as an equal-righted human fucking being? Isn’t that the least I can have? Or has falling to the lowest of low taken away that right too?
I’ll tell you one thing though, if I die here, I won’t be dying on their terms.
