the working man

Get me out of this house.

If you understand then there’s no need to lie in an attempt to make me feel better, it’s nice- but I’m not stupid. No, Christmas Eve was the first time in a while. 

My bad. I've said it before and I'll say it again. You have her number. You really should tell her how you feel about this shit. Otherwise neither one of you will talk anymore and I really don't know she would do without you. 

Get me out of this house.

You don’t even know my parents, James, and let me be the first to tell you how fucking not true that is. They’re still trying to ship me off to my aunts, but she doesn’t want me either. I don’t know, I can’t describe it, it’s just- different now.

You're right. I don't know them. I don't know what to say when it comes to parent shit, because I'm just as fucked as you are in the department. Have... Well, have you tried hanging out with Charlie for like... girls' time? Do you guys do that shit anymore? 

Get me out of this house.

And how was I supposed to know that you’d care? Who, Charlie? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she’s acting weird. We’re not Andrea and Charlie anymore. 

Charlie cares, Dom cares, and even though you're parents have a shitty way of showing it, they care. What are you even talking about? You guys seemed fine on Christmas Eve. Charlie's always weird. 

Get me out of this house.

How unfortunate. I mean that I- God, how do you not get this? Rehab. I can’t talk about it, can’t mention it, can’t mention meetings, can’t tell any other family member about it, can’t fucking think about it. And it happened, y’know? And I’m down to one person that actually gives a fuck. 

Shit. I mean... how was I supposed to know that you weren't allowed to tell people about it? I know that you don't want to hear this, but you have more than one person that cares about you. You wouldn't have even been sent to rehab in the first damn place if only one person cared. 

Get me out of this house.

And he’s back. I don’t know, just family shit. Like part of my life isn’t allowed to have existed. 

"He" never went away. What do you even mean by that? Like, no offense, but it doesn't make a lot of sense to me. 

Get me out of this house.

I totally forgot. I'll find a way to slip that in later. Are you going to tell me what's up or am I wasting my time?

Get me out of this house.

Get me out of this house.

Get me out of this house.

Get me out of this house.