The Moral of the Story
The moral of the story is that, in Albuquerque, no matter how much of your life you think you're actually living, you have very little control over anything.
The moral of the story is that, again, i'm just so frustrated I could die.
The moral of the story is that my mom is doing her best...and I am losing my shit.
The moral of the story is that sure, one day my shoulder will be fixed.
That I should never get my hopes up for anything, or expect companionship. I should recognize that self improvement can't really be accomplished here, that everyone hates themselves and that no ammount of effort is going to change this in this place where the earth sucks up your life, instead of the water it deserves.
The moral of the story is that, again, i'm just so frustrated I could die.
The moral of the story is that my mom is doing her best...and I am losing my shit.
The moral of the story is that sure, one day my shoulder will be fixed.
That I should never get my hopes up for anything, or expect companionship. I should recognize that self improvement can't really be accomplished here, that everyone hates themselves and that no ammount of effort is going to change this in this place where the earth sucks up your life, instead of the water it deserves.