Raw okra. It's my favorite vegetable in the world, maybe even my favorite food. It's expensive and I shouldn't tear through it so quickly, but I'm angry. I'm so angry.
My daughter woke up when I was making a phone call, and I thought it was just sleeptalk so I went downstairs so my talking wouldn't bother her, but then she followed me down there. She's goddamned twelve years old, and I want so badly to give up. She hits me, she talks to herself, no one loves her but me, no one loves me but her, and none of this is worth it. It's horrible. I'm tired of getting hit, and I'm tired of not having a bedroom, and I'm tired of never getting to talk to other grownups or be a separate person. I'm so resentful, so disgusted. I didn't ask for this. I've been trapped for so many years.
Sorry guys. That's not food. I'll leave it anyway.
