(Very recent. Like.. The day I posted it recent.)

It’s a late night.

It’s dark outside.

And the sticky feeling of spring has faded for a few hours.

The house is silent.

Other then my rushed typing. The constant sniff of my nose.

I have a cold.

I’m too warm. I have to pull off my sweater.

Now I’m chilled.

I can feel my blood running though my veins it seems.

It ebbs and calms me.

Did I mention I saw my mother today?

She just about drove me into suiside.

She just kept pushing, and nagging, and droning.

If she were a bug I’d have swatted her long ago.

If she were a cat I’d have thrown her into the ocean and watched her drown.

And she calls me morbid.

I call it sensible.

She also calls me lazy, stupid, a mistake, worthless.

Not in those exact words always.

But I’m smart. I can tell.

She didn’t want me ever. No.

At least I still have a bit of something to live for.

Thank the lord for my social life/friends/Brother.