I am seriously PISSED off at the world. I hate this situation.
Hate being taken for granted;
hate feeling like hired help or an intruder in my ‘adopted’home. This is not the
path that I would have chosen for myself or even envisioned. But I have only myself to blame for this
current ‘arrangement’.

I am a FUCKING adult.
Although, everyday I feel less
than that.
I feel like an atm machine
available at everyone’s disposal making withdrawls everyday and going into the
red without a backwards glance. Always feeling like I have to go the extra mile
in order to recompensate the fact that I have been given asylum.
People say that you are a product
of your surroudings, well I can safely attest to that. Somehow I thought I
would be the exception, the one who changed the course of destiny. Instead I am stuck. Stuck with all the rest: in the scrapheap looking to be made new
again.
I slowly feel myself entering
that dark place that no-one likes to speak of. The one we reserve for the weak,
the cowards. The ones who refused to wade in the waters, who we say have opted to take the easy way out. The ones that
don’t fight to stay alive. Now I can understand why they take the actions that
they do.
Life is a BITCH! And I have no idea what I did to turn her
wrath onto me.'s
God guna trouble the waters but I guess his not guna bother with a co-conspirator like me.
God guna trouble the waters but I guess his not guna bother with a co-conspirator like me.
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