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When The Child in You “Screams” You Best Listen
They are talking to you, stop ignoring them.
Hey, you dumb fuck! Look at me when I talk to you. Yea, you! Pick your head up you little fuck, and look me in the eyes. Stop your fucking crying you little asshole. You need to learn to look at me when I talk to you.
What? What the fuck are you nervous about? Keep saying that shit and I will give you something to be nervous about you stupid fuck.
I know, I know, you’re scared. What the fuck do you have to be afraid of? For Christ Sake, if you see your shadow you jump. If that’s not pathetic I don’t know what is.
What now?
You want to talk about something? I told you we don’t talk about feelings around here. How many times do I have to tell you this? Keep those fucking things to yourself. They upset me god damn it, I don’t want to hear your bullshit. I have enough of my own I don’t understand.
Why is he crying, Mom?
Do what? You think if I apologize it will make things better?
Ok, I will go in his room an apologize.
Hey, Dad. It’s OK. It didn’t hurt, I’m sorry. You don’t need to cry. I know I can be a difficult little boy, I know I can. I’m sorry.
He exits the room, gets on his bike and rides to the store.
This honey bun taste so good, I think I will have another one. OK, one more. Fuck, I feel sick, I feel tired, but I feel relaxed, actually numb.
Thank god for food.
It’s always been there to comfort me.
