mum, i cannot listen patiently to you, listen to you talk about why this woman doesn't love you, when all i give a shit about, is why you don't love my father.
why don't you love him? why don't you love us more? love us, not control us. love us, not own us. love us, not kill us a little by a little inside until we all become like you, constantly hungry, starved, for god knows what exactly, desperate to please, constantly empty, constantly searching for a way to fill in, fill up the cavities. nothing is ever good enough.
whole hole hole.