11/10/12 - Night
Wants to die
"Shut up, shut up, shut UP!" she screams in her head, under her calm, cold facade. She listens to the shouts and words passed back and forth, the highs and lows of crying and and roaring of her weak father. The unknowing instigating voice of her bipolar mother. How the fuck was she to perform today? How the fuck was she to stay happy today? How the fuck was she to celebrate her birthday weekend?
A/N: So Nov. 9th was my birthday! Which was oh-so-nicely ruined by my father, and then my mother joined in with her no good, let down comments.