Nightly call just came,
Its all about her,
Telling me her friend JoJo told her to get up and eat,
She told me she had slept twenty four hours,
I said I only do that when have Cellitice,
She tells me she has slept twenty nine hours straight,
Oh my goddess what a waste!
Then she tells me well got to rest,
So I tell her I’ll be charging my phone somewhere else,
She usually calls three to four more,
Half hour intervals,
About one thirty she will inquire how much longer will you be up?
I value my mornings,
I can not rise if still asleep,
In my head I shout this,
Out loud I say nothing,
Then I’m scolded for having spoken,
Why do I bother to pick up nightly?
Its a habit I should try to break,
I survived crap like this from family,
Boo whoo,
Its hard to converse when the one that called you views you just as a voice,
Any thoughts,
I’m starved,
Goodnight!
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