Yesterdays of yesteryears

Dude, what’s with you? Kinda hard to believe an innocuous question like ”When did you cook the soup?” could set you off. Sheesh you think too far, honestly. There’re no lines inbetween for you to read, I’m asking a direct and simple question that requires absolutely no drama or overreacting, just an answer that compliments my question. Hell, I never brought on things like whether you’re better off dead or if you’re better off in some old folks’ home because I’m unable to support you. So why the hell drag that in?

… Jeez, and you wonder why there’s never peace in the household and why my face’s so black everytime. Well darling the answer’s just below your nose. Contrary to your exaggerated assumptions, I absolutely do not come home in a stormy mood. I come home feeling dandy and then there you go, setting off verbal cannons. Makes me go ”WTH DID I DO WHY AM I GETTING SHOT WDF”. Lawd, this is driving me up the wall. I’m not retorting I’m not arguing back I’m so flabbergasted by the injustice of it all that I’m shellshocked and thus rendered speechless. More like I got so tired of it all I decided to just let you fume and scream about how I suck and you suck and the world sucks and what a bloody shit I am and how useless I am and how I’m being paranoid and everyone is better off dead.

~Sorrento