Dawn Is Me

We took Gina back to Ithaca today. I don’t know why I should have found that trip so exhausting but I’m ready to crash.

I sometimes think I would be much happier if I lived by myself. I haven’t done that very many times in my life and, when I have, it has usually been associated with being in a school dormitory with a single.

I feel like I’m going to keel over, dead asleep, any second now but I still have to go do the dishes. It’s actually Kimmie’s turn to do them but she has refused (as usual), so somebody has to do them (also as usual).

See, if I lived by myself, I wouldn’t have to argue with anybody about doing the dishes.

I wouldn’t have to listen to people being gratuitously mean to each other.

I wouldn’t have to deal with people who are so plastic and fake that I can hardly stand to talk to them.

I wouldn’t have to be surrounded by a whole mess of people, not one of whom gives a rat’s ass about whether I’m happy or not, regardless of all the lip service about how important Mom is in the household.

They lie. I’m not important to them. They don’t even care that I’m here. Not one of them.

Which means I probably shouldn’t be here.