March 26, 2017

Instead of being miserable on a constant basis, I should be grateful. Bullshit! Grateful for what? Oh right, this living, caring, trustworthy relationshit I have been so wonderfully selected to be in. Buahahaha. I may have been born on a Wednesday but it certainly wasn't last fucking Wednesday.  I have cried all day over this shit, added more scars to the elaborate collection already in my possession. Welts that will eventually disappear, if I am once again "lucky". I have almost reached the depths of which I am familiar with in this blackened Abyss that I frequent alone.

March 17 2017

Funny how they buy, buy, treat you like gold until they finally have you then shit changes and YOU (ME) are no longer a prerogative. I just don't matter anymore. I cook, clean, reorganize, take care of your responsibilities and am ignored, shit on, treated like a leper. Fuck this. I am so glad I am not married nor will I ever be. I hate my life. If I could rip my own heart out and eat it I would.