It can't take it...
I can't do this. I give up. You win, world! Take me now while I'm still freshly hopeless! Go on, please, just someone slit the word "everything" into my wrist. That way everyone will know what was so wrong that I wanted to die.
I can live with my luck being bad, I can live with awful things happening left and right, I can live with all of that...but not now. For some unknown reason my cat, Mooch, has a lumpy, large, and open wound on his chin. No one even knew it was there until five seconds ago. We don't know what caused it. I don't really care, because I give up. Whatever twisted fuck that runs the universe can pick on me all they want, but not my goddamned cat! He didn't fucking do anything to deserve being hurt!
I just....I can't keep dealing with this kind of shit. It's been what now, a week since my bad luck doubled? I'm weak, I admit it. Many people have it much worse than me. I'm just pathetic, weak, easy to break. Congrats to whoever runs the universe, you win. My life is fucked up enough for me to give in. what are you planning next? Going to kill off my mom? Or better yet, kill off her father, who has only just gotten healthy again. I'm sure that would be a great way to top things off!
Ugh...I really am patheitc. Right, whatever. I'm done raving. I'm cool. I'm calm. Back to faking smiles for everyone. Back to being able to help everyone but myself. Till next entry, later days and better ways.
P.S. This entry ain't spell checked either. Death to typos~
I can live with my luck being bad, I can live with awful things happening left and right, I can live with all of that...but not now. For some unknown reason my cat, Mooch, has a lumpy, large, and open wound on his chin. No one even knew it was there until five seconds ago. We don't know what caused it. I don't really care, because I give up. Whatever twisted fuck that runs the universe can pick on me all they want, but not my goddamned cat! He didn't fucking do anything to deserve being hurt!
I just....I can't keep dealing with this kind of shit. It's been what now, a week since my bad luck doubled? I'm weak, I admit it. Many people have it much worse than me. I'm just pathetic, weak, easy to break. Congrats to whoever runs the universe, you win. My life is fucked up enough for me to give in. what are you planning next? Going to kill off my mom? Or better yet, kill off her father, who has only just gotten healthy again. I'm sure that would be a great way to top things off!
Ugh...I really am patheitc. Right, whatever. I'm done raving. I'm cool. I'm calm. Back to faking smiles for everyone. Back to being able to help everyone but myself. Till next entry, later days and better ways.
P.S. This entry ain't spell checked either. Death to typos~