My husband is sleeping like a dead mother fucker in his room.
I am wide awake on the Net, watching cartoons in my room, eating ice cubes.
I am upset over my little bastard of a son I have, treating us so bad, when he kisses her parents ass.
I can't change him and I wish i could. Or change her. But I can't.
I wish I could go to sleep and stop remembering all the crap they have both done to me over the years.
I wish I could stop crying.