My Nana is
well
calling her a bully isn't fair
but everyone knows she is
so we just put our heads down
That's nice Jann, That's nice
When the sun was starting to get stale
and she was thoroughly bored,
she set her sights on me
Now
the family regard me, I think,
as the fragile child
tough in some ways
willing to work, and work hard
but
thin skinned
and prone to moods
Nana doesn't give a ****
which is,
in a way,
nice
and maddening
So anyway
in front of the whole family
she told me
that I was going to be an unemployed failure
for my whole life
because I'm going to college
not for art
not for philosophy
no
for linguistic studies
(and this was after she started pushing me
to be an artist)
The family
was ******
shaken hornets' nest
Which is in a way nice
but somehow
maddening
and they stayed angry for three days
I got over it in one.
I have a bug bite on my ankle
I only noticed it this morning
the skin is cracking and peeling
like I had sun burn
but I don't
the skin is just falling off
Nana isn't speaking to me.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
My Nana is
well
calling her a bully isn't fair
but everyone knows she is
so we just put our heads down
That's nice Jann, That's nice
When the sun was starting to get stale
and she was thoroughly bored,
she set her sights on me
Now
the family regard me, I think,
as the fragile child
tough in some ways
willing to work, and work hard
but
thin skinned
and prone to moods
Nana doesn't give a ****
which is,
in a way,
nice
and maddening
So anyway
in front of the whole family
she told me
that I was going to be an unemployed failure
for my whole life
because I'm going to college
not for art
not for philosophy
no
for linguistic studies
(and this was after she started pushing me
to be an artist)
The family
was ******
shaken hornets' nest
Which is in a way nice
but somehow
maddening
and they stayed angry for three days
I got over it in one.
I have a bug bite on my ankle
I only noticed it this morning
the skin is cracking and peeling
like I had sun burn
but I don't
the skin is just falling off
Nana isn't speaking to me.
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