Coat it with white paint
As I spilled my whole life story to my very own mother I felt closer to her thinking she was listening about my depression my emotional distress she stopped me and turned up the radio letting me hear that Canada scored a goal fucking olympics she stopped me.... in my tracks the middle of my crisis and said "yes, they scored" and when I told her I refused to continue my story she gave me that face the face saying who the fuck do you think you are?! My own mother stopped the emotions running through my veins splattering out of my mouth Was she pretending for the full 15 minutes? was she really listening to the radio? blocking my voice out? not hearing anything I just said to come in the house and scream "I hate the fucking olympics" was a big shock to my dad Why am I never taken as a serious person just joke around and let the real being of myself pass you right by I don't care anymore but if I didn't why would I be writing this yes kayla just pretend everything is fine coat it with white paint and move on. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 09:03 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"As I spilled my whole life story..."