They all said that time would go by so fast, that I should enjoy it all while I had the chance.
Enjoy what? The screaming? The crying? The endlessness to it all?
Time couldn’t possibly move any slower; I don’t understand what the fuck everyone was talking about it “going by so fast.”
I’m so fucking tired.
I don’t want this.
I’m not strong enough for this.
And where the fuck is Hank in all this? Why the fuck can’t he ever get his lazy fucking ass out of bed and help me? How the hell can he sleep through the screaming and crying? Even when she’s not screaming and crying, doesn’t he still hear it? Am I the only one that hears the screaming and crying 24/7?! LUCKY ME!
When Hank’s gone and she’s crying, I strap her in the swing and take a shower. I didn’t always do this but she doesn’t move. Only her mouth moves when she’s screaming and crying. And sometimes her head moves and her hands and feet wiggle. But it’s not like she’s going to fall out of the swing, crack her head on the floor and finally shut up. It’s just not going to happen that way.
At first I tried picking her up and feeding her or holding her or rocking shushing singing to her but she doesn’t shut the fuck up once she starts. So now I just lock myself in the bathroom and turn on the shower. Sometimes I get in the shower and just let the water run over my body, hoping that each spray of water are knives slicing into my scalp and skin.
But I can still hear the crying. Motherfuck, it doesn’t ever stop.
And when I finally unlock and open the bathroom door, there she is tucked in the swing. Nobody came and took her. She didn’t fall out. And she didn’t shut up.
When I move in closer, I can see that she’s still. She looks rather peaceful. Her lips are pursed together, her eyelashes curl over her silky skin.
She’s not crying, she’s not screaming, but I swear to god, I can still hear her.
Dear god, I feel so motherfucking trapped. How the hell did I get into this fucking mess?