March 15th, 2010
Mouthpiece
Do you ever sort of feel like a mouthpiece for other people that just wanna play their song and dance through you? Jack’s still sick. It’s been about twenty days since he first fell ill with whatever he’s got. I offered to take him to the hospital because I was worried and he just said “no, no, I’d rather be with my secretary.” I’ve been excusing him from work, telling my professors the same story over and over again.
Maybe I’m doing something wrong.
Maybe I’m doing something wrong.
Do you ever sort of feel like a mouthpiece for other people that just wanna play their song and dance through you? My mom still hasn’t left her room. It’s been a fucking while since she started isolating herself from the world. I’ve just had to keep bringing her food. I've been excusing him from work, telling her employers the same story over and over again. She won’t even look me in the eye. Maybe I remind her too much of Dad.
May 15, 2005