lamusique
He made me do it. She made me do it. You made me do it. They made me do it. Oh look what I've done now because of you. No one can make you do anything and it's unjust to ever use someone else as an excuse for your shortcomings. Take responsibility for your own actions. When you break something, fix it. When you make a mistake, own up to it.
You cry and complain and whine and yell at "mummy" and "daddy" but you fail to see exactly what's around you. You spoiled, little brats, show some appreciation because you are part of the few who actually have it made.
Sweep, clean, cook, wash the laundry, feed the pets, do the dishes, make the beds, groom the pets, walk the pets, clean up behind the children, mopping and dusting and all the madness of being a maid, how could anyone stand it?
The itching, the need, the distress I have without it. I need it, I can't get enough of it, just one more fix, once more and I'll never do it again. I have to leave this stuff behind me, but it's got me held tight in it's grasp. There must be a word for this, oh yeah, strung out...
Looking down at all the people below me at the gallows I am mildly astonished by the number of people attending my hanging. They happen every Friday the 13th, never before have I witnessed a turn out like this, I wonder what makes me so special.
Wham! It hits me, suddenly everything is completely crystal clear, no fog, nothing in my way, not even a smudge on the glass. I begin to think more of this clarity and in a flash it's gone.