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work... every fucking thing that could go wrong pretty much is. god knows when the fuck any of my deals are going to close. god like to watch me starve.
aparently me being fucking frustrated and upset about the stagnation of anything i try and my entire fucking life has to do solely with my fucking medications. it's back to that old fucking stereotype: i get mad, i'm dangerous and ill-thought. you get mad, you're just upset. I'M FUCKING UPSET! I'M FUCKING TIRED OF "FRIENDS" STABBING ME IN THE BACK LEFT AND RIGHT! I'M TIRED OF NOTHING EVER FUCKING WORKING OUT FOR ME!
so what if i'm fucking criminally insane. crazy people get sad too.
it's like i'm trying to run foward and suddenly i fall in a bottomless put of honey. i'm fucking stuck, seemingly forever. everything i try to do falls thought. people make promises they cannot keep. all the while i'm supposed to sit here and take it like a good little fucking mental patient. maybe everyone thinks i don't know any better so they just do whatever they want thinking i'll never realize i've been multiply fucked over. i dunno, i'm just so tired of empty promises. i'm so tired of getting stuck more than moving forward. i'm so tired of these toxix environments that continue to present themselves to me like a fucking plague. i'm tired of being treated like a child with the flu who refuses to swallow that nasty cold syrup.
i take my goddamn pills. one of them was literally slowly killing me so i'm weaning off of it. fuckin ghorrible shitty things keep happening to me one after another after another after another after another and i'm supposed to be fucking calm? i'm supposed to just fuck off like nothing's happening? for months now god has been shitting in my mouth, i think i have plenty of right to be upset.
but no. i have to be a good little subservient bitch. wake up, go to work, come home in the most pleasant fucking mood ever, fuck, cook/eat. talk about how fucking wonderful the world is and go to bed (whenever it's appropreate of course, i'll not overstep my boundries). never mind how toxic OTHER PEOPLE are when shit doesn't go their way and they turn into giant screaming babies. no no no, i may not show emotion. nope, never. that's just wrong. people might think i'm.... i'm.... craaaaazy! OMG NOOOOOOOO!
so fuck everyone. i'm so goddamn tired of jumping through hoops to keep the world happy when i myself am not.
oh, and my period is officially late. great. fucking antibiotics. i'm going to continually punch myself in the uterus till something falls out. i don't need this crap. i don't even want kids.
aparently me being fucking frustrated and upset about the stagnation of anything i try and my entire fucking life has to do solely with my fucking medications. it's back to that old fucking stereotype: i get mad, i'm dangerous and ill-thought. you get mad, you're just upset. I'M FUCKING UPSET! I'M FUCKING TIRED OF "FRIENDS" STABBING ME IN THE BACK LEFT AND RIGHT! I'M TIRED OF NOTHING EVER FUCKING WORKING OUT FOR ME!
so what if i'm fucking criminally insane. crazy people get sad too.
it's like i'm trying to run foward and suddenly i fall in a bottomless put of honey. i'm fucking stuck, seemingly forever. everything i try to do falls thought. people make promises they cannot keep. all the while i'm supposed to sit here and take it like a good little fucking mental patient. maybe everyone thinks i don't know any better so they just do whatever they want thinking i'll never realize i've been multiply fucked over. i dunno, i'm just so tired of empty promises. i'm so tired of getting stuck more than moving forward. i'm so tired of these toxix environments that continue to present themselves to me like a fucking plague. i'm tired of being treated like a child with the flu who refuses to swallow that nasty cold syrup.
i take my goddamn pills. one of them was literally slowly killing me so i'm weaning off of it. fuckin ghorrible shitty things keep happening to me one after another after another after another after another and i'm supposed to be fucking calm? i'm supposed to just fuck off like nothing's happening? for months now god has been shitting in my mouth, i think i have plenty of right to be upset.
but no. i have to be a good little subservient bitch. wake up, go to work, come home in the most pleasant fucking mood ever, fuck, cook/eat. talk about how fucking wonderful the world is and go to bed (whenever it's appropreate of course, i'll not overstep my boundries). never mind how toxic OTHER PEOPLE are when shit doesn't go their way and they turn into giant screaming babies. no no no, i may not show emotion. nope, never. that's just wrong. people might think i'm.... i'm.... craaaaazy! OMG NOOOOOOOO!
so fuck everyone. i'm so goddamn tired of jumping through hoops to keep the world happy when i myself am not.
oh, and my period is officially late. great. fucking antibiotics. i'm going to continually punch myself in the uterus till something falls out. i don't need this crap. i don't even want kids.