DONE
Mood: Angry, Pissed Off, and Crushed
I am so fucking done with this town.
The men in this town.
Being treated like shit.
Feeling like shit.
I'm sick of the drinking.
I'm sick of the excuses.
I'm sick of being treated like so much less than I am.
I'm tired of being at the bottom of the list.
I'm over being pushed around.
I'm sick of the OK-ness of that with everyone else in this town.
I want more than this.
I deserve more than this.
Tomorrow I am going to get some comprehensive car insurance.
So that next time someone pisses me off so much that I want to ram their fucking car, or drive into their house, or something equally deliciously vengeful, I can.
"Ooops. Gear slipped."
Take that you fucking piece of shit asshole.
*reverses*
And that.
And that and that and that and that and that and that and that.
And maybe when I have trashed their car and their house and in the process wreaked my own, maybe then I will have something else to think about other than the fact that they don't love me at all.
Even if they say that they do.
They don't have the capacity to love anyone.
Not themselves, and sure as shit not me.
And maybe I'll be lucky enough that I'll do myself an injury, and then it wont hurt so fucking much on the inside anymore.
And maybe I'll feel better.
And my heart will stop aching.
And my tears will stop falling.
And my life will stop revolving around someone who couldn't care less.
Maybe.
And maybe I won't be so ANGRY and hurt and lonely and empty and sad and in love and broken.
I hate you, you fucking asshole.
But I love you more.
And I fucking hate that I do.
