I AM NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BECAUSE I AM NOT SORRY.
I hate my life with such passion you wouldn’t even understand. I’m so tired of being pushed to the side, like I don’t matter. I’m so tired of people treating me like shit and having them blame in on me, even though I hardly ever do anything. I’m tired of them thinking they can hurt me and get away with it. I’m tired of myself. Tired of being patient, tired of being tolerant and tired of shuting the fuck up. I’m so bloody tired of having people who have not accomplished one single fucking thing in their whole life looking down at me like I’m some sort of freak who will never be anything but a failure. I’m tired of them telling me I’m ugly, worthless and what not. I’m tired of them. And I’m tired of them talking about me even if I’m just a few feet away.
They have used me and abused me emotionally, yet they think they have the right to judge me. And based on what? On their frustrations? On their failures? On the fact that even at the age of almost 50 years they still need my mother to lend them money and still need our bloody help to have a decent living. you haven’t done one single thing for me, you don’t even keep in touch with your own dad, your own daughter and your relationship with your own sister, who happens to be my mom, is a terrible one. so go fuck yourself and don’t tell me that I’m a worthless piece of shit. THE ONLY WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT IS YOU.
all I wanna do is eat, listen to music, lay in my bed, under my cozy blanket and pretty much do nothing