I'm so fucking tired of losing...
It's always nice to be told you're not allowed to have a pity party when you're forced to sell your damn INHERITANCE for pennies on the dollar to afford to pay someone else's fucking rent because they made a bad decision and you're stuck fixing it. You have to sell some of your favorite pieces of jewelry that were left to you. You've given up your WHOLE FUCKING LIFE and nearly died for said person and another person tells you that you're not allowed to be upset over this.
Yeah. I goddamn love my life. Really.
Why am I alive again? And I'm not ALLOWED to be grieving. I get "life happens" and I'm not ALLOWED TO BE HURT over this. I'm just supposed to suck it up and once again, be okay with the fact I'm living someone else's life, giving up what I had, accept little compensation, and just deal. Two weeks after almost dying. It's always about doing for everyone else and never me. Never, ever am I allowed to be upset, frustrated, or pissed off. Sell your goddamn inheritance and suck it up, right? That's what I'm told, time and time again.
We got so much less than what it was worth because the economy sucks and no one's fixing that fucking problem, either. Because, hey, let's have people homeless, right? Let's make me fuck up everything because no one is fixing the problem. Let's force me to give up EVERYTHING for everyone else and keep nothing of me. Why not die since everyone's determined to fucking kill me with stress anyway?
And no, I'm not cutting this either.
Yeah. I goddamn love my life. Really.
Why am I alive again? And I'm not ALLOWED to be grieving. I get "life happens" and I'm not ALLOWED TO BE HURT over this. I'm just supposed to suck it up and once again, be okay with the fact I'm living someone else's life, giving up what I had, accept little compensation, and just deal. Two weeks after almost dying. It's always about doing for everyone else and never me. Never, ever am I allowed to be upset, frustrated, or pissed off. Sell your goddamn inheritance and suck it up, right? That's what I'm told, time and time again.
We got so much less than what it was worth because the economy sucks and no one's fixing that fucking problem, either. Because, hey, let's have people homeless, right? Let's make me fuck up everything because no one is fixing the problem. Let's force me to give up EVERYTHING for everyone else and keep nothing of me. Why not die since everyone's determined to fucking kill me with stress anyway?
And no, I'm not cutting this either.