fault Lines in Every day scata

I’m tired. Tired of fighting with Pam, tired of fighting with my body, tired of fighting with complete strangers who think that I’m just looking for a hand-out.

I should be at the ER. The pain is just as bad as it was when I first injured my back. I cannot stop crying.

But I’ll be damned if I ask Pam for a ride. If she is oblivious to the pain I am in so be it. I’m not begging for a fucking ride from her. I’ll take my handful of pills and maybe I’ll pass out, go numb, ANYTHING.

I’m just tired of this. I’m giving up. Y’all win. I’m done.