The Hamlet Project

Damn, kid, give it a rest!
 Yeah, yeah, you lost your father –
Do you have to be such a broken record about it?
It was WEEKS ago, man! Get over it! 
It’s like you’re grieving just to spite me
You little snot. You little shit.
Even God hates your little displays of mourning, you know,
If you were really religious, you’d know that you ought to just surrender.
That loss
Is just a thing that happens.
You’re like an immovable object of bereavement
Beating a horse that is dead. It’s dead, man.