Rash Rant

I fucking hate when you come home

and deflate my happiness like a balloon on the floor three days after a birthday.

Check that shit at the door next time,

And I won't get that attitude you hate that I think you deserve.

It's not my fault you hate your job.

It's not my fault you have no friends.

It's not my fault you hate this city.

I like my job.

I have friends.

I was born in this city.

What did you think was going to happen when you stayed for me?

Wish you had told me that's what you were doing.

My mom always told me "forewarned is forearmed."