Talking

Don't know why I bother trying to talk to my mother about anything.
She seems incapable of listening to anything I say. Everything is about her trivial, daily non-adventures.

I tried to tell her about getting Zoomtext. I tried to talk to her about what's going on in my life. I tried to tell her about my depression.

But I couldn't get a word in edgewise for her waffling about how she's got to baby-sit, how she has to go to the Mission tomorrow morning, and how she's going to have such a busy fracking day. I start to speak, and she just talks over me like I don't exist, or I don't matter.

I need to get out of this house.