I'm So Sick And...whatever the bitch says after that...
So, today I got a tattoo. Yippee for me. It's a Leo and a Scorpio symbol on the small of my back.
On another note, I'm tired of fighting. I didn't do a damn thing wrong. Nothing. I know I haven't. In fact, I'd been told a few times that I was being pretty damn flexible and easy-going about everything.
So why am I getting shit on?
I don't know and I don't get it.
My son is beautiful. He hasn't done anything wrong either. All he did was come into this world...start with the shitting and the eating and the smiling and the cuteness that is my son.
So why the FUCK is this going on?
I don't know. And honestly, as a general "fuck you" the world...I don't care anymore. I'll just start calling the shots for everything that has to do with him. Because that seems to be the best case scenario to make sure that he never has to get hurt. I'm all ready taking the blunt of the damage, turning me into nothing more than a numb human being that crawls out of bed and cries on Christmas and holds him when I get the chance to not be numb and actually be the mother that I need to be.
Does this hit below the belt to anyone? If it does...maybe you deserve it.
On another note, I'm tired of fighting. I didn't do a damn thing wrong. Nothing. I know I haven't. In fact, I'd been told a few times that I was being pretty damn flexible and easy-going about everything.
So why am I getting shit on?
I don't know and I don't get it.
My son is beautiful. He hasn't done anything wrong either. All he did was come into this world...start with the shitting and the eating and the smiling and the cuteness that is my son.
So why the FUCK is this going on?
I don't know. And honestly, as a general "fuck you" the world...I don't care anymore. I'll just start calling the shots for everything that has to do with him. Because that seems to be the best case scenario to make sure that he never has to get hurt. I'm all ready taking the blunt of the damage, turning me into nothing more than a numb human being that crawls out of bed and cries on Christmas and holds him when I get the chance to not be numb and actually be the mother that I need to be.
Does this hit below the belt to anyone? If it does...maybe you deserve it.