i'm moving the fuck out. i'm sick of this shit.
i wrecked my car. some dumb cunt on a cell phone started gawking at a wreck across the interstate, drifted into my lane, decided to go ahead and cut me off like the fucktard she is, then slam her brakes on and make me pick between guaranteed collision or try to take the median on the off chance that i'd miss her.
and i didn't. clipped her good. CUNT. i hope she dies. i do. i hope she goddamn dies.
the cop refused to write me a ticket because everyone could clearly see that this dumb bitch caused the whole thing. but in the great state of arkansas, if you rear end someone, you're at fault because you were following too close. YOU SUCK ARKANSAS. GO TO HELL.
so now i'm carless. so i'm sticking around long enough to see what's going to happen with that, finish my CNA course on friday, then i'm moving in with my friend a couple hours south of here. i'm tired of being caged, i'm tired of being called a bad parent, i'm sick of the catty remarks and the guilt trips and the condescending attitude and this STUPID FRIGID HOUSE and the damn dog that is just aching to bite my kid in the face but can't be confined to the HUGE master bedroom while the humans have the run of the house. i won't tolerate my child being raised by anyone but me.
FUCK YOU BOTH. i don't need your help. i'm a capable, intelligent, strong ADULT and i know exactly how hard t will be on my own, but you're making it harder on me living here than it could ever possibly be on my own. YOU SUCK.
so, yeah. think my car is totalled. first thing my asshole husband asks me is "how's the car."
I'M FINE. seriously! if i have to tell ONE MORE PERSON that i'm just fine, that i survived what could have been a really nasty accident at a high speed, i will...........have told two people. and none of them live with me, and none of them are married to me. so FUCK YOU. all of you. die in the ass. i hate you.
stop demanding money from me. if you want me to get a job and keep it, i will. but right now i don't have one, and until i'm certified i won't find one that will pay for anything but daycare. so suck it up and deal with it. you're the ones who wanted me to come here in the first place. you knew it would be expensive. you wouldn't allow me to work when the plan was to actually send me to university, you'd planned on paying for everything. that's what you said. that's what you promised. but you're backing out, and that's fine. but this is it for me. you only get to fuck me over once, after that i'm done with you. maybe when i'm done with school, maybe after having done everything 100% on my own, you'll be able to see that i'm not half as stupid as you treat me. maybe. but i really doubt it. either way, i'm done here.
i don't want your help. i want to leave you behind. i am NOT the reason your lives suck. YOU ARE. yeah i've got metal in my face, and i've been dressing funny since i could dress myself. my hair isn't naturally black but i like it this way. NONE of that has contributed to the fact that you owe the IRS upwards of ten thousand dollars. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR FINANCIAL SITUATION. FUCK YOU. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN DAMN MESS.
exactly. clean up your own damn mess. that's what i'm doing. end of the week, i'm out of here.
i feel good
i wrecked my car. some dumb cunt on a cell phone started gawking at a wreck across the interstate, drifted into my lane, decided to go ahead and cut me off like the fucktard she is, then slam her brakes on and make me pick between guaranteed collision or try to take the median on the off chance that i'd miss her.
and i didn't. clipped her good. CUNT. i hope she dies. i do. i hope she goddamn dies.
the cop refused to write me a ticket because everyone could clearly see that this dumb bitch caused the whole thing. but in the great state of arkansas, if you rear end someone, you're at fault because you were following too close. YOU SUCK ARKANSAS. GO TO HELL.
so now i'm carless. so i'm sticking around long enough to see what's going to happen with that, finish my CNA course on friday, then i'm moving in with my friend a couple hours south of here. i'm tired of being caged, i'm tired of being called a bad parent, i'm sick of the catty remarks and the guilt trips and the condescending attitude and this STUPID FRIGID HOUSE and the damn dog that is just aching to bite my kid in the face but can't be confined to the HUGE master bedroom while the humans have the run of the house. i won't tolerate my child being raised by anyone but me.
FUCK YOU BOTH. i don't need your help. i'm a capable, intelligent, strong ADULT and i know exactly how hard t will be on my own, but you're making it harder on me living here than it could ever possibly be on my own. YOU SUCK.
so, yeah. think my car is totalled. first thing my asshole husband asks me is "how's the car."
I'M FINE. seriously! if i have to tell ONE MORE PERSON that i'm just fine, that i survived what could have been a really nasty accident at a high speed, i will...........have told two people. and none of them live with me, and none of them are married to me. so FUCK YOU. all of you. die in the ass. i hate you.
stop demanding money from me. if you want me to get a job and keep it, i will. but right now i don't have one, and until i'm certified i won't find one that will pay for anything but daycare. so suck it up and deal with it. you're the ones who wanted me to come here in the first place. you knew it would be expensive. you wouldn't allow me to work when the plan was to actually send me to university, you'd planned on paying for everything. that's what you said. that's what you promised. but you're backing out, and that's fine. but this is it for me. you only get to fuck me over once, after that i'm done with you. maybe when i'm done with school, maybe after having done everything 100% on my own, you'll be able to see that i'm not half as stupid as you treat me. maybe. but i really doubt it. either way, i'm done here.
i don't want your help. i want to leave you behind. i am NOT the reason your lives suck. YOU ARE. yeah i've got metal in my face, and i've been dressing funny since i could dress myself. my hair isn't naturally black but i like it this way. NONE of that has contributed to the fact that you owe the IRS upwards of ten thousand dollars. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR FINANCIAL SITUATION. FUCK YOU. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN DAMN MESS.
exactly. clean up your own damn mess. that's what i'm doing. end of the week, i'm out of here.
i feel good
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for this job we should move to switzerland but at the moment you have to be satisfied with having a job.
maybe I get a job offer from there...