| | I made a disjointed, rambling phone call to my mom today, telling her how everything was going to handbaskets as far as school's concerned.
We started talking about it on the way home. I told her about all the things I'd failed, and she was understanding. She asked me some questions. We started to talk. It was okay.
Her cellphone rang.
She "had to take this".
She was still on the phone when we got home, and she is still on the phone now, chatting with her carefully engineered cheer in loud Korean, and I never got to tell her how I don't want to live anymore.
I'm not bitter.
I'm not being sarcastic, or passive-aggressive, or anything like that. It's alright.
I just hope I was a close second.
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| | Posted 5/4/2009 9:01 PM - 1 View - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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