A few nights ago J told me how bad he felt for talking about his mom in a disrespectful way. Needless to say I was somewhat shocked seeing as the woman dosn't do squat for him, though I can't say I feel comfortable judging how she should mother her child.
J: But she does stuff for me...
Me: Like?
J: Feed me.
Me: Its her legal obligation!
And no, that wasn't said in a funny way, because I feel utterly spoild by my mom who get this, PAYS for my food.
Last night Lea and I were at Wal-Mart, an old cart lady was in front of us pushing a trai of carts in the 17degree weather at 11 o'clock at night.
Why?
I hate the world.
I know there is so much worse things out there, and I've seen quite a few of them, just I'm so helpless to help all the injustice, and no matter how much I hate the World, I'm always going to be stuck living in it.
Being a freakin bystander.
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