For the Record
Living in my car, eating mostly once a day and not necessarily knowing where my next meal is coming from, giving up hope of improvement completely, being fully aware of how much further I could fall and fully expecting it to happen, and having each carefully-thought-out decision I make wind up being the wrong decision that only makes things worse is STILL preferable to being at the mercy of mean-spirited people (like my dad or my ex-roommate's mother) whose main joy in life is making everyone around them as miserable as they are.
I would literally rather die than go back to that, and I fully expect to. I honestly don't expect to live out this year, and that's ok. It's better than being my father's (or anyone else's) unappreciated, emotionally abused house-slave.
If Cinderella can't have her prince, she's still better off starving in the woods than remaining there.
Fuck it all, anyway. At least I start work at 1pm on Tuesday. I'll walk there, if I have to. It's STILL better than being under the thumb of that evil fucker. I just wish somebody, anybody, would hold that shit accountable for his actions. It's a travesty that nobody will.
I would literally rather die than go back to that, and I fully expect to. I honestly don't expect to live out this year, and that's ok. It's better than being my father's (or anyone else's) unappreciated, emotionally abused house-slave.
If Cinderella can't have her prince, she's still better off starving in the woods than remaining there.
Fuck it all, anyway. At least I start work at 1pm on Tuesday. I'll walk there, if I have to. It's STILL better than being under the thumb of that evil fucker. I just wish somebody, anybody, would hold that shit accountable for his actions. It's a travesty that nobody will.