A monologue from the play by Penelope Skinner
You know what? Go to Mark’s, see what he says, just don’t come crying to me when it all goes wrong okay. Because I can’t listen to it anymore.
Just waltzing around like a child believing in magic and that a magical solution is going to come along and fix everything.
Yes I am talking about you. Life is hard and unfair and disappointing and we are on our own here right.
No one is going to make it better. Not Mark, not God, not Jesus, no man, no one.
And until you accept the fact that you are just going to keep getting let down and hurt and disappointed over and over again.
And you keep going back every time thinking it’s different. But it never is, is it? It never f***ing is. So just grow up okay.
Grow the f*** up.