about now maybe it's time to just fucking give up.
i am so tired of fighting. it's all i do these days.
what the fuck have i done to deserve all this? it's all just SO impersonal, which makes it just outright unfair and unreasonable.
"you've always been nice; your work is always so good but; we can do it cheaper if; you're a fucking morbid bitch and i don't give a fuck; why should i be proud of a daughter who failed an easy class"
i fought the fucking school, the principal, the counselors, the district office. i fought the yearbook teacher, i fought for my job.
i fought my red face smudged with fingerprint powder and ended up cheating to get by in a class i wasn't ready to face.
i fought to change my grades, i fought to make things easier.
i fought with TWO teachers regarding moral stances.
i fought back vomit after a girl projectiled right next to my head.
i got fired from yearbook. fuckfuckfuckfuck.
i got formally fired from work.
i've lost two very good friends, and one person i thought was a friend, within a matter of two weeks.
one to cocaine and a lovely crystal meth addiction. i don't care if she hates me forever. she does need to be in rehab.
one to hurtful words and immature tendancies. i still can't believe i lost someone that was such a best friend to me that fast.
one to a fucking bizarre egotistical self-absorbed waste that was finally honest.
at home i fought with my father about me not being a failure.
we're talking a screaming match here that ended up with me fainting against my door and
at home i fought my mother about my attendance.
at home i fought my sister about the fact that she's hardheaded at the worst times.
it's too much, it's too fucking much and it's times like this where all i really want to do is sleep forever.
or just leave.
leave everyone and never talk to the people i knew again.
just...stop existing.
what the fuck have i done to deserve all this? it's all just SO impersonal, which makes it just outright unfair and unreasonable.
"you've always been nice; your work is always so good but; we can do it cheaper if; you're a fucking morbid bitch and i don't give a fuck; why should i be proud of a daughter who failed an easy class"
i fought the fucking school, the principal, the counselors, the district office. i fought the yearbook teacher, i fought for my job.
i fought my red face smudged with fingerprint powder and ended up cheating to get by in a class i wasn't ready to face.
i fought to change my grades, i fought to make things easier.
i fought with TWO teachers regarding moral stances.
i fought back vomit after a girl projectiled right next to my head.
i got fired from yearbook. fuckfuckfuckfuck.
i got formally fired from work.
i've lost two very good friends, and one person i thought was a friend, within a matter of two weeks.
one to cocaine and a lovely crystal meth addiction. i don't care if she hates me forever. she does need to be in rehab.
one to hurtful words and immature tendancies. i still can't believe i lost someone that was such a best friend to me that fast.
one to a fucking bizarre egotistical self-absorbed waste that was finally honest.
at home i fought with my father about me not being a failure.
we're talking a screaming match here that ended up with me fainting against my door and
at home i fought my mother about my attendance.
at home i fought my sister about the fact that she's hardheaded at the worst times.
it's too much, it's too fucking much and it's times like this where all i really want to do is sleep forever.
or just leave.
leave everyone and never talk to the people i knew again.
just...stop existing.