Hmm in 2023

  • May 15, 2023, 1:29 p.m.
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I’m so angry still. I’ve tried hard not be but fuck if I’m not furious. Not at you but at your death. I know it’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. That’s why I’m so pissed.

Fuck that, you know? I’ve always had a “sunny disposition” and a bright outlook despite every fucking garbage thing I’ve put myself through in life but this? This was the last straw.

I’m done.

I’m done being “strong” I’m done being “resilient” I’m done clawing my way out of the pits I continuously nose dive into.

I’m done.

I get it. No happiness. None. Fine. Fucking FINE. People seem to be safer away from my happiness anyway.

One more year until an empty nest and then I’m gonna disappear for a good long while. Maybe get a converted bus to live in with my dogs. If I start liking somewhere too much, I’ll leave.

I’m looking forward to reveling in this misery rather than fighting it anymore.


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