I'm not happy
I'm not happy I'm not happy.
Fuck my life. My mom just bitched at me about how I'm completely useless, and that I wasted three years and how slow I am.
No I'm not in school, but at least I'm trying to get into a career so I can go.
I make enough money to pay bills and buy food and gas, where could I even start.
I need to leave. As soon as this job hits fulltime I'm leaving. I have to, my own mother doesn't see me as anything but a paycheck.
I'm almost sure if I was in school she'd bitch about how I wasn't working. What a fucking cunt.
I don't do drugs
I don't party
I don't drink
I haven't been knocked up
I haven't run away with some boy and moved to mexico
I don't suck dicks for money
I don't lie anymore
I haven't even watched porn in like a zillion years.
Sure I took my time in getting this job, to make sure I had everything right. But I guess I'm so slow this job doesn't even count.
At least I'm trying. How many people out there don't even try?
Okay so my room isn't that clean, I didn't murder anyone.
My mother, she makes me feel like shit. Like I couldn't ever do anything I believed I could do.
Didn't she ever wonder why I probably never became as independent as she hoped I would be? It's because of her negativity. I really never believed I'd go anywhere. I still don't believe it. I know I'm only lying to myself when I say I'm going to do great things in life. But I have to say them anyway because then at least everyone else thinks I'm going somewhere.
I really should only blame myself, what kind of modern day girl needs her mother's approval or support. I am a cry baby who can't stop crying.
I guess I am a ungrateful and undeserving person.
...If only she believed in me, I think I coud believe in me too.
God what a raging bitch. I hope I either move out soon or die. I loath what I've become.
Change needs to happen.
Fuck my life. My mom just bitched at me about how I'm completely useless, and that I wasted three years and how slow I am.
No I'm not in school, but at least I'm trying to get into a career so I can go.
I make enough money to pay bills and buy food and gas, where could I even start.
I need to leave. As soon as this job hits fulltime I'm leaving. I have to, my own mother doesn't see me as anything but a paycheck.
I'm almost sure if I was in school she'd bitch about how I wasn't working. What a fucking cunt.
I don't do drugs
I don't party
I don't drink
I haven't been knocked up
I haven't run away with some boy and moved to mexico
I don't suck dicks for money
I don't lie anymore
I haven't even watched porn in like a zillion years.
Sure I took my time in getting this job, to make sure I had everything right. But I guess I'm so slow this job doesn't even count.
At least I'm trying. How many people out there don't even try?
Okay so my room isn't that clean, I didn't murder anyone.
My mother, she makes me feel like shit. Like I couldn't ever do anything I believed I could do.
Didn't she ever wonder why I probably never became as independent as she hoped I would be? It's because of her negativity. I really never believed I'd go anywhere. I still don't believe it. I know I'm only lying to myself when I say I'm going to do great things in life. But I have to say them anyway because then at least everyone else thinks I'm going somewhere.
I really should only blame myself, what kind of modern day girl needs her mother's approval or support. I am a cry baby who can't stop crying.
I guess I am a ungrateful and undeserving person.
...If only she believed in me, I think I coud believe in me too.
God what a raging bitch. I hope I either move out soon or die. I loath what I've become.
Change needs to happen.