She’s sitting at the kitchen table
Here’s the brown sauce
She puts her head in her hands
Stable thoughts are what I want
Pull my hair
Pull it out
Punch myself in the face, hard
Feel dizzy
Head hurts, hand hurts.
The kids are going out.
Must take control.
Matilda! Shut the DOOR!! SECRECY PLEASE!!!!!
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I want to die
Sometimes I wished you
Would shut the fucking door.
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