Part Two: the Sequel

I want to die.

I'm so glad that my mom makes me feel like the family mistake even more than I already do every time I talk to her. I'm so glad she tells me to tell her what's on my mind and explain myself and talk to her more and when I do, she tells me to stop lying to her. I'm so glad that she's on my case about scholarships every single day, and when she hears I haven't completed one, she overlooks the other fifty million I've applied for and tells me that "the essay isn't going to write itself," like I'm the dumbest person she's ever had the misfortune of setting eyes on. I love this. I love living here. This house is amazing. Just the best. I love being alive. 

I want to die.