You know I can't do it.

I know I can't do it.

I can't leave. I can't.

It's just...well...if I leave, I might not get the money that my parents have put away for my college.

I may not get a grad dress.

I may not get anything.

Petty, I know. Using my mother until she's useless, then discarding her.

But there's nothing else to do with her.

I can't like her. I've tried, I really have, but I loath her.

I can't stand nearly everything about her.

Sometimes I think I like her, but then she makes me cry, and I hate her again.

But I'll do what I always do. Just go crawling back.

God, I am pathetic.

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Rosie.

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