'92. Canada.
Want a restart ….or end game button on life
So angry I can’t think properly. Even angrier that I can’t write down my shit thoughts eloquently. Fucking rumbling sound outside. fuck. I just need closure. That everything will be ok when i’m not around as often. The fuck is the rumbling. You ruined my life. You fucked up my emotions. You always throw an ultimatum at me. Wtf am I supposed to do. You know I can’t say no. you know I can’t leave you fucking hanging in mid air like you said you would do. You use it against me. I thought you would be the one who wouldn’t take advantage of me. Ultimately its my fault. I subject myself to your games. and I can’t stop until I get closure. I can’t. So I suck. I am going crazy. Just fast forward me to the part where i’mthe crazy cat lady
I’ve been under the impression that I’ve fucked up my life hard for the past 3 years..so ya. As if I’ve grown up fucking up my life. Can’t get outta that mentality till the initial cause is gone. That means you.
