Dear Mom,
I don’t know why I bother to even talk to you anymore. You never listen to anything I have to say. Everything I tell you goes in one ear and out the other without ever sinking in or registering in your brain. I’ll give you a new example. Today at 9:15 in the friggin morning you busted into my room, no hello, good morning, or a polite wakeup for you. Oh no you busted in yelling at me before I was even awake. Do you have any idea what that is like to be woken up by someone yelling at you? Needless to say it’s not pleasant. Anyway, what were you yelling about, the fact that it was Tuesday and I want in school. Well ordinarily I would be ok with that, because at 9:15 I should be walking out the door not sleeping still, but I told you Thursday, when I found out, that the school’s computer lab was broken into, and about 85% of the computers, servers, monitors were taken. I told you then that I didn’t have school on Tuesday (today), because they needed time to replace the computers and servers so classes could actually be in session. But apparently you just decided to not listen to me and come barging into my room to yell at me. Well you know what Mom. FUCK YOU! I hate it when you are home from work, everything has to be done your way, and you totally have no respect for my rhythm and how I do things during the day. Well since you are off for a week before you start your new job, you aren’t going to fuck up my rhythm this week. I am going to continue the week as how I do everything during the week and you can either be happy with it or you can fuck right off. And maybe if you started listening to me and remembering what the fuck I told you, you and I would have more conversations.
Love your Son,
Grik
