I don't even know how shit can get to me anymore...
I'm so fucking pissed right now that I don't give a shit how any of this sounds. Pissed isn't exactly all, either. Pissed off is mixed with hurt, alone, fed up, and yes, feeling damn sorry for myself. I don't care. I'll admit it because anyone who says they never feel sorry for themselves is a lying piece of shit.
I'm sick and tired of trying and trying and trying and getting myself all set right back up to be let down. Why the fuck do I keep putting myself through this?? And no, Jake is not drunk.
I'm sick of empty excuses when the real reasons are so fucking obvious. I'm sick of not being blown off until late in the day or mere hours before plans. One of my most fatal trigger points is being brushed aside for petty shit. Not important things, but just better things.
Fuck that.
I'm sitting here in this empty house and no one gives a shit what I'm doing. It is Friday night and its ok to blow Lisa off at 6:30 at night because WHO CARES? It's not like she can party so WHO FUCKING CARES.
I work my ass off, make money, go to school, and am going to have to raise a kid pretty much by myself. That doesn't fucking matter, I guess. Maybe I should have just had an abortion, dropped out of school, and quit my job. Then I could just sit around and smoke shitty weed all day, drink all night, get fat, and not give a shit about my friends. I'd fit in in this town a hell of a lot better, that's for sure.
I'm sick and tired of trying and trying and trying and getting myself all set right back up to be let down. Why the fuck do I keep putting myself through this?? And no, Jake is not drunk.
I'm sick of empty excuses when the real reasons are so fucking obvious. I'm sick of not being blown off until late in the day or mere hours before plans. One of my most fatal trigger points is being brushed aside for petty shit. Not important things, but just better things.
Fuck that.
I'm sitting here in this empty house and no one gives a shit what I'm doing. It is Friday night and its ok to blow Lisa off at 6:30 at night because WHO CARES? It's not like she can party so WHO FUCKING CARES.
I work my ass off, make money, go to school, and am going to have to raise a kid pretty much by myself. That doesn't fucking matter, I guess. Maybe I should have just had an abortion, dropped out of school, and quit my job. Then I could just sit around and smoke shitty weed all day, drink all night, get fat, and not give a shit about my friends. I'd fit in in this town a hell of a lot better, that's for sure.