Selfish
I know this is selfish, and I do love her, and I know it’s not her fault. It’s my mother’s. I just can’t seem to get any credit for what I do. And you have no idea how frustrating that can be after, say, fifteen years of it.
I mean, seriously.
I worked my ass off to get into festival.
And then my mom turns around and goes:
“Oh, well, I told her to get some paintings together,
a quarter of the display will be yours, the rest will be hers.”
I wonder how her mind makes the connection that that’s fair.
I mean, Jesus Christ, I know she’s better than me– everyone does. But, in all fairness, she’d got a 15 year head start. And, I mean, she started painting in high school, I started photography last year. It’s not even her fault, it’s my mom’s– because my mom is convinced that she HAS to do better than me.
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