I’m tired of living. I’m tired of fighting this constant uphill battle that I can never win. I’m tired of being the one that has to shoulder all the responsibility for everyone and everything, because otherwise it won’t get done. I’m tired of feeling like I am marginalized and I can’t do anything right.
Geoff broke my phone last night. It’s my fault, of course. No sorry, no offer to help me fix it, nothing. Why should it matter, I have a spare phone I can use… that’s not a phone I can actually use…. Why should I care, it’s not like I’ve done anything like spend money on it…
It’d be so nice to just be able to take all the pills in my purse. Who the fuck would miss me? I’m just the little sick girl that everyone has to pity. I’d rather die. I’m so fucking sick of fighting this battle, knowing that everything I had hoped, wished, dreamed… none of it is going to fucking come true.
