dear life, fuck you
i dont even really know how much i can write, im not really angry, im tired. im tired of trying, im tired of fighting for things i cant have, or fighting for things i can, im tired of the fact that my whole life has always been a stupid fight, and id like to rest now. id like to go on andnot care and do whatever i want, and not fall in love, or maybe at least for once be chased by someone less of a crazy or a douche. and thank you, fibromyalgia is exactly what i needed to make everything go better. thank you because waking up is a chore...the most natural thing aside from breathing i cant do without fighting every inch of my own body to move. awesome. and thank you because i never really liked sleep. no wonder i have a high pain tolerance.. heh but im just whining right? fuck you. and thank you cause getting shafted on a job is exactly what i wanted. and working hard and harder for nothing is even better. and having the people you love turn into crazy people is my favorite thing in the world. and not having a clue and loving the wrong people and not having anyone to turn to or drink coffee with, cant run, cant walk cant sleep cant sit... ca--
fuck you because i am going to win anyways.
fuck you because i am going to win anyways.