random shit and thoughts

Cereal

My mom was out that night, she couldn't make food.

I sit at the table eating cereal. alone.

"Schuyler, stop slurping."

I eat quieter my motivation to consume anything at all decreases.

"Schuyler! Do you not hear me? Your such a slob. I'm moving to the other room."

"Okay fine, go. What's stopping you." I mumble.

"Excuse me? Did you say something?" Her tone raises.

"No." I sigh.

"God, look at you. It's like I don't even know you anymore. You are such a brat."

I slump in my chair still chewing silently, thought flood my head.

"Stand up for yourself."

"Tell her that she made you like this"

"You going to let your mom be a bitch to you like that?"

But that one giving thought.

"Let her know things would be better if dad was here."