(If you haven't seen this, go see it.)
My number is 380-4512 and 3+8=11 and 11x0=0 and 0-4+5=1 and 1+1=2 and 2/2= 1 and there's 1 of me left in this house of 5 and it's killing killing killing me.
Alone at night and alone at 3:09 pm, there's only 1 in my bed and only 1 in my mind.
Slaps turn to pushes and air turns to walls, and I've reached the bottom.
But like the school counselor said,
"You can't fix the problem, you just need to find a way to DEAL with it."
So we're dealing.
Cards and cocaine and cash and... with feelings.
(Yeah, Numelka. You're a bitch.
You're a reeeeeeeal bitch.)
My mom's number is 362-9616 and 3x6=18 and 18/2=9 and 9-9=0 and 0+6=6 and 6x1=6 and 6-6=0 and there's 0 pages left in those parenting books, 0 things left to say.
0, zero, nothing, nothing.
And 1+0=1 but 1x0=0 and 1/0=0 but 1-0=1 but neither 1 or 0 is right for me, I need a lot more than that.
