You don't need poltergeists for sidekicks

Last night's display of screaming and shouting is something I think is worth turning my back on. September went out with a bang, as it always does. The d-d-down after the high of the previous day at the beach and an epic dinner with thy mothership. You are psychotic. No where near as psychotic as the last one but psychotic enough to surprise me despite the obvious signs (ie the endless fb msgs) kreep. What the fuck at you and your disgusting stubborn-ness. And last warning to my mother and her sympathetic voice. What was even happening there?! You put me in an incredibly tight spot and I fucking detest you for it. You asked me if I regret what I did and truth be told, I am really beginning to. Redemption is a fucking myth. A ruined night spent with you trying your best to cajole me and my temper, me and my ugly words. I see pride isn't your obstacle. Your disgusting self-centeredness is. You get everything you want, even if it means you have to work for it. I'm a bit different that way, I don't expect to have to work for it. To me, having to work for it or spend an entire evening buttering someone else up = losing. Because it isn't instantly getting what I want. Maybe that's why you seem to get what you want more, simply because you're more willing to work for it. Well, I just give in because 1) it takes too much effort I can't be bothered to put in to purposely not give it to you 2) I normally want the same thing 3) if I want to defy you, it means I care. Heh. Last night just proved that when I fight, I don't fight fair. It's really quite disgusting.

I've been ghosting along