To My Grandmother.
Your unhappiness makes me sick.
You don’t know how much it frustrates me knowing that you are never satisfied with anything.
I am sick of your complaints, your bitching, and the way you hold grudges (that shit eats you alive, you know). Almost everything that comes out of your mouth is negative, and it is driving me insane.
I love you with every fiber of my being, but you are too much to handle. This visit has drained me more than you can imagine.
I feel sorry for you… but you know what… it’s not my fucking problem. I really don’t want to hear it anymore.
GET OVER IT.
