Keeping faith

well, my mother just came home. with a man. hands wrapped around on her waist.
she's dead drunk. what can i say? nothing. nothing i can do or say.
and i have to clear this fucking mess in this fucking hse with this fucking woman.
who does she think she really is ? a prostitute? she doesn't know hw a daughter feels when she sees such scences. and all i can say is. i've had enough. wht will the ppl who saw her think?
another man sending my mother home, when she's dead drunk? she looks like a plk for
goodness sake. the way she dresses, talk, & the way she does things. i'm so fucked up with
this place._l_ why do i always have to clean up this kinda fucking cb mess?
there's a limit. but so wht? she care? no! when will she have a mother-like image?
And when will i have a mother-like mother? never i guess. nobody will understand hw it
feels upon seeing such things happen. i dont even know. how i wish, i nvr knew this woman.
she had changed tremendously. and now, all i see.. is a woman, who's lying dead drunk on the sofa. i'm starting to get sick and tired of all things. i wanna get out of this life!
knnbccb. fucking bitch!


Regina; i'm tired, of having this type of life/_l_