INSANITY.
clenched throat, it's so god damn dry. i know that you feel as if you need to tear me apart - break me down, down, down - in order to bring yourself up. you selfish bitch.
how could i ever love you? i'm ashamed to be of any relation to you at times. you must be insane - you MUST.
i just don't see it mother, you tell me i'm crazy, i'm the one ruining things.. yet you only point out the tone of my voice. the attitude? there is no clear proof .. although YOU continue to shriek and yell and get frustrated over the simplest things. who are you, really?
you ARE insanity.