I’m not doing this anymore. This is not how it was supposed to be. I didn’t ask for all of this shit to happen. Don’t treat me like I’m fucking lucky. I didn’t want all this. You treat me like I had a choice. Like you didn’t. I’m so ready to fucking leave this town and never turn back. For the things I do for people, the little things, and for nothing in return. No respect, no understanding. I have been through hell and back to find the courage to say I couldn’t go to school anymore. The years I’ve spent whimpering and screaming just to leave that horrible fucking place. I couldn’t breathe when I first said I didn’t want to go to school anymore. Not just because I knew it was a bad decision, but because I knew it would end up like this.
I didn’t want to fall apart, but last night I did. No one fucking knows what fucking happens behind the pretty face. I’m not okay all the time. Things are not always okay. People are dying, I’m gaining weight, I’m being underpaid. My life is not perfect, I don’t hang my happiness on him.
Fuck this
