she makes me want to fucking die
what the woman i live with says:
-they didn't give me the job because I am: badly dressed, fat, didn't straighten my hair.
what. the. fuck?
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, she makes me want to fucking put a bullet through my head.
It's the same shit, always an still! no, not because you gave birth to me have you the right to make me want to die, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
no, i'm not an ingrate, you're just a bitter bitch who has nothing to do but fucking emotionally batter me and hammer down my self-esteem ever since i can remember.
that's why i am like am, thank, madre. you're unknowingly stopping me from doing a lot of things in life with your words alone.
i want out of this- but i can't.
-they didn't give me the job because I am: badly dressed, fat, didn't straighten my hair.
what. the. fuck?
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, she makes me want to fucking put a bullet through my head.
It's the same shit, always an still! no, not because you gave birth to me have you the right to make me want to die, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
no, i'm not an ingrate, you're just a bitter bitch who has nothing to do but fucking emotionally batter me and hammer down my self-esteem ever since i can remember.
that's why i am like am, thank, madre. you're unknowingly stopping me from doing a lot of things in life with your words alone.
i want out of this- but i can't.