Lemon grass...
Why are so many of us far too quick to point out other people's faults?
I myself have found that most people are far too quick to point out my failings, faults and past mistakes. It is like they get some sick pleasure from putting me down and making sure I know my place - that I am nothing - or, should I say, they think I am lower than them!
The fact that I've been fighting my Demons for many years and trying to find some reason/way to live through this frakked up world, doesn't seem to matter to them! Then again why should it.
I've learnt the hard way in life to only rely on myself - even though at times I can't even trust my own thoughts.
This sounds so much like a sob story, but it's the frakking truth.
My so called parents are a waste of space and time, my mother told me I was dead to her and my father, well the only one he ever wants to know or really cares about is my sister.
Sorry, had a really bad evening, everyone - yet again- wanting me to sort out their shit for them, it was like dealing with children! Yet they're grown adults, though it is debatable!
Now I'm just rambling on, which happens a lot to me, too much going on in my head...
I myself have found that most people are far too quick to point out my failings, faults and past mistakes. It is like they get some sick pleasure from putting me down and making sure I know my place - that I am nothing - or, should I say, they think I am lower than them!
The fact that I've been fighting my Demons for many years and trying to find some reason/way to live through this frakked up world, doesn't seem to matter to them! Then again why should it.
I've learnt the hard way in life to only rely on myself - even though at times I can't even trust my own thoughts.
This sounds so much like a sob story, but it's the frakking truth.
My so called parents are a waste of space and time, my mother told me I was dead to her and my father, well the only one he ever wants to know or really cares about is my sister.
Sorry, had a really bad evening, everyone - yet again- wanting me to sort out their shit for them, it was like dealing with children! Yet they're grown adults, though it is debatable!
Now I'm just rambling on, which happens a lot to me, too much going on in my head...