I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of being here. It’s all so overrated. This life I lead is totally fake, and I fucking hate it. For once I want someone to tell me the truth and to stop running around the obvious for once. I’m a failure. Come flat out and fucking say it already, and stop with the “we’re disappointed in you” shit that I have come to absolutely hate.

They don’t think you’re a failure, they just think you can do more. Please don’t push them away, and please don’t let them delve too far into the failure you’ve come to be. I need their approval. I want it and crave it, and I will do anything for it. I do mean anything. And by "I", I mean you too.

Do anything for it, go ahead. But the reality of life is whatever the person who gives that life decides. Doesn’t matter what you want, what you need, what you care about—nothing. It’s the divine right of kin to entreat the pathway of your life. It’s sickening. It absolutely disgusts me.

You can’t say that. There’s always the divine will of fate that guides you in the right direction, and supersedes whatever outside forces may exist. Stop being so negative towards the natural course of the world. They aren’t out to get you—they simply want to help you.

Your lies only drip with false hope. Everyone could use a little more bullshit in their lives, and the never ending prophecy that “people are good” fits squarely on the shoulders of dissolution and the blinders we’re supposed to don so that we may be a more fluid society. It’s the sugar coating of reality that blinds the world to the simple fact of the matter that nothing and no one is good. Not even me.

How jaded the soul becomes when everything is seen in shadows.

Don’t you see? My life isn’t their playground. Choose for me, and I’ll do something a little bit worse in return for your counterfeit good intentions. I’m just some little shit two people decided to have for the purpose of trying life over again. Over again through me, that is. My life isn’t mine at all. It’s this figment of someone else’s imagination. So, riddle me this. Why bother?

Well would you?

Would I what?

If given the chance, would you do it again?

I’d be damned..Quick. Someone's coming. Hide.

"Samantha, who are you talking to? Is there someone here with you?"

"Always Momma. Always and never."