the truth is as desirable as hannibal s4

I'm not dumb. I'm not as smart as a certain high functioning sociopath either. But one would need at least a maximum of five brain cells to see what's happening. To be honest she has never really treated me as smart or truly remarkable from what I remember. Not unless she had something to do with it. The last time I checked, she never helped me in school work so this theory would make sense in a way. Always complimenting the way I looked when I wear the things she bought and always reacts so little when I show her something of my creation that I'm obviously very proud of. She's had her good moments but there are too many bad ones to actually make the good ones matter anymore.

Would it really kill her to just be absolutely fucking honest with me? She doesn't seem to have a problem being an ass any normal day. I would gladly take her admitting being an ass without apologizing than nothing at this point. It sounds desperate but try being in my shoes while in the same room with her for an hour–no, less than an hour and you'd probably get the gist of it. There's a clear rift between us. I'll reserve how it happened for another entry. I wanna sleep off the dizziness first.

Good night.

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