a parent can drive you butt-nutty like no one else with lectures. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sometimes I want to yell "I don't care" in my mom's face. When she blithely tries to measure my sad prison world to her own youth. That prehistoric reality, of phonebooths and whatever, back then. But I know those words would freeze in the air like a neon sign. And very probably be etched on my tombstone as an epitaph.
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