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Drained


I’m too angry and exhausted to articulate the chaos in my mind right now.
But I’m going to try. Or at least start.

My city is at war with itself
And my police seem to have forgotten how to protect and serve
Or did they ever know?
Why do the shitty cops outnumber the good ones?
I know they’re not all bad. As individuals I’m sure there are many “good cops”
But when the system is as broken and corrupted as ours. .. no individual good cop can truly be a good cop
If that makes sense?

When racism and classism and sexism and ableism and homophobia are woven into every aspect, from training cops to absurd sentancing,  how can we expect anything other than what we’ve become?
How can we save our city when those with power are the most corrupt?
How can we claim the cpd isn’t reeking of racism,  when unarmed black men are bring murdered like it’s just another day?
Why is it that the postponed trial of Dante Sevin will make him the first cop to face trial over a fatal shooting since 1995?
It’s not because there haven’t been cops involved in fatal shootings, because that seems to be becoming a regular thing.

Why can’t we hold our police force accountable? Why can’t we hold police officers accountable? Why is this a problem in my city, our city? Why is this a problem all over the country?
Michael Brown and Eric Garner may be the two cases with the most national news coverage, but this is not a new problem.
The tragedies of their deaths and the failure of the criminal justice system that followed brought a nationwide perpetuated problem to light,  so what are we going to do to make this right?

I refuse to sit back and do nothing
Maybe we can make a difference,  maybe we can’t
But it’s time….well, long overdue. …to fight.

And some people have been fighting
For a long time
But there’s strength in numbers

The cpd already sees our protests as a threat
Otherwise there wouldn’t have been such a huge police presence (city and state) at today’s press conference and march
They wouldn’t be illegally accessing our phones data and listening to our calls
They wouldn’t try so hard to break up our peaceful protests

But I get it
If I were them I’d be scared out of my mind
We are young
We are loud
We are strong
And we are determined
We stand together
And we are fed up

So we’ll continue to march
We’ll continue to speak
We’ll shut down as many major streets and highways as we need to

We are not backing down
And we demand change

“This stops today”

So yeah. I’d be scared.  Because this is not going to be an easy fight.

And for now, that is all.. but I’m sure I’ll have more to say tomorrow

aces

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my future just crashed right in front of my face


I’m starting to see that in order to actually get into grad school I’m going to need a fucking 3.5 gpa or higher. Basically…. I’m fucked.

No grad school admissions department is going to care that I’ve worked my ass off and that my shitty grades aren’t because I can’t do the work or I don’t understand it…. it’s because I haven’t been able to get any of the support I was promised in order to keep me on track.

They aren’t going to care about the reasons why I got a D in human sexuality…. even though I got an A+ on the final. The work I can actually complete and submit on time is always A quality work. The problem is completing the assignments in the time I’m given, with absolutely no help managing my adhd (other than adderall…which helps, but only to a certain extent… it’s like it helps quiet all the buzzing and takes me out of the fog of everything going on around me…. it’s hard to explain…but yeah). This wouldn’t be an issue if I hadn’t been told time and time again by the stupid fucking “center for students with disabilities” that I would get the support I need, especially extended time and advocacy with professors, blah blahblhaahh

Bullfuckingshit

But none of that matters.

Because I got no help.

No matter how many times I asked

No matter how many ways I asked

No matter how many meetings I had or how many directors or presidents or whoever I talked to.

And I couldn’t seem to do it on my own.

At least not well enough.

It would’ve been nice if I had known about this GPA requirement BEFORE I reached the five billionth year of my bachelor’s degree

I would have sacrificed my health to get the grades I needed

I would be a fucking wreck but at least I’d get into grad school

And to think…I wanted to go to u of Chicago. One of the highest ranked, and most challenging, schools in terms of social work masters programs.

That’s never gonna happen.

No matter what I do I cant get my gpa to where it needs to be without re-taking dozens of classes…and I don’t have the money to fund another 2, 3, 4 years of undergrad…ESPECIALLY AT DEPAUL

FUCK MY LIFE

I don’t know what else to do

I really just want to give up

I don’t see the point in trying anymore

What the fuck am I going to do with a fucking bachelor’s in psychology if I can’t go any farther than that?!

NOTHING

I can do NOTHING

I can work at fucking Starbucks for the rest of my fucking pathetic life..

I’m done putting myself through hell for something that is never going to get me any farther than I am right now.

Unless I stumble upon hundreds of thousands of dollars to spend on tuition, there’s really nothing I can do.

FUCK.

I feel like the entire world is crashing down on my head as I type this

I feel like a fucking idiot for not knowing any of this shit ahead of time

I’m furious that no one breaks this shit down at the beginning of undergrad. Like, “hey, so if you don’t have a 3.5 when you graduate…. you’re probably never getting into any grad school anywhere ever”

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

i need to decompress and figure out where the fuck to go from here.

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furious.


furious actually doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling right now.
i’ve been frustrated and unhappy (to varying degrees) with my school (depaul) for the past couple years, but this really takes the cake.
if you are teaching a class about mental illness there is no excuse for making multiple statements that are not only inaccurate but outright offensive and disrespectful. i understand that the chances of having someone in the class with that particular disorder are pretty low, but i was there, and even if i wasn’t: THIS IS NOT OK.

i don’t get offended very easily, at least not to the point where i would describe it as offended. i get irritated and pissed off, things like that. i very very rarely feel completely and utterly offended, especially just by something someone says. because fuck what people say, i know who i am and i do what i want.

i wanted so badly to respond in class on monday. it was the first day, i could still drop the class if need be, and i had multiple logical, respectful responses forming in my head. i wanted to speak but when i opened my mouth no sound came out. my arms were tingling, my leg was twitching, my fists were clenched so hard my palms were actually bleeding. i was so infuriated i could not even bring myself to express that fury, mostly out of fear of slipping or giving into the violent rage that was boiling in my gut. I did not want to respond in a violent manner. i did not want to give that asshole any ammunition, like “see?! CRAZY.” i wanted to respond in a calm, respectful, and intellectual manner. maybe he did not realize how ridiculous his statements were. regardless, if you are teaching a class about mental illness, shouldn’t it be important to know what the fuck you’re talking about?

 

I’ve tried for 2 days now to get over it or find some reasonable explanation for it, but i can’t. maybe its the fact that it hurt me personally, or it pushed me towards circular unhealthy thinking. i don’t know. it really just seems completely absurd to me.

even worse, in all that rage i had many moments of self-doubt that have been lingering over my head ever since that class.

 

what if he was right?

what if i do make everyone around me miserable?

what if i am never able to have a successful relationship?

what if i really do ruin every relationship and friendship that i have?

the sick part of me keeps searching for examples from my past. failed friendships, betrayals, superficial friendships, huge fights ending friendships, crazy unhealthy and abusive relationships, obsessive self-hatred, fear, and self-doubt making me push people away as soon as they start to get to close.

yeah there are examples. but i’ve always held on to the hope that things like that wont last forever. I’ve held onto that motivation because i don’t WANT to push people away. I’ve made a shit ton of progress (granted, i still have a long way to go in some aspects), so essentially telling me I’m wasting my time and somehow i will always fuck shit up is terrifying and heartbreaking. i hate being like this, but I’ve learned to cope and I’ve learned to focus on solutions and growth, rather than dwelling in the bullshit (yes, it does take a lot of effort sometimes, but its gotten easier over time and I’ve learned a lot about myself in the process).

i feel like my head is spinning. all the shit i thought i was moving past is now forming a dark cloud lingering overhead, the monster under my bed, the beast chasing me in my nightmares. i don’t think this teacher could have realized how much damage his statements could have done, but i feel that in order to be qualified to teach such a class, he should have a much better understanding of the possible ramifications of reinforcing and perpetuating the stereotypes and stigma associated with mental illness, especially disorders that we still don’t know as much about (like bpd) and that are not understood by the general population even on the most simplistic, basic level.

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another rant? YES ANOTHER BLOODY FUCKING RANT


i don’t know when writing stopped working for me

i don’t know why it stopped working for me

i don’t remember when i became an addict

i don’t remember why i became an addict

i don’t remember how i became an addict

 

the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard as I’m typing away like a madwoman used to be soothing in itself

even if i wasn’t writing anything worth reading

anything about anything

i can’t remember when that stopped

i can’t remember when that wasn’t enough anymore

 

when i get like this, everything is a blur

 

i tried to go out

i have a job to do and I’ve been failing miserably at it

i was asked to do one simple thing

ONE THING

and i can’t even do that right

 

i tried to use that as my motivation to stop isolating myself from humanity

didn’t work

but there is no try. you either do it or you don’t

and i can’t just NOT do it

so being the stubborn bitch that i am, i set out to do it, with a smile on my face and positive thinking on my side

i figured if i went into it thinking that things would go well, than i would come across as a more friendly, fun, and likable person, and things would be more likely to go actually go well

 

unfortunately i did not realize just how bad an idea it was to do this while I’m quitting smoking and in the midst of really uncomfortable nicotine withdrawal. in addition to triggering a complete mental breakdown, getting me CARRIED out of a bar LITERALLY kicking and screaming, and going on a loud and violent rant about how addicts are people too and anyone who has never had any problems in their life (big or small, of any kind) is either a total fucking liar, incredibly sheltered, or insanely fucking lucky….

it was also a brutal reminder of why i hate women

ironic, right?

a feminist who hates women

but for the most part, I’m really starting to believe that i do

almost every woman i come into contact with is a total and complete bitch. and not the good kind of bitch. the few women that i get along with at work are bitches, as am i. but the kind of bitch I’m talking about is just an evil hateful bitch for no reason, the scum of the earth judgey antifeminist antianythingoutsideofthenorm type of bitch.

 

I’m starting to see more and more that as a whole, women judge each other just for the hell of it

we treat each other like shit because we feel like shit about ourselves

WHY THE FUCK DO WE DO THIS

WHY CANT WE JUST SEE IT FOR WHAT IT REALLY IS AND ADDRESS THE REAL FUCKING PROBLEM

the answer is: most women are too fucking scared to admit that they are not perfect

and to accept that they have issues

and that it makes you feel better to make someone feel as shitty as you

and that its not just the crazy ones who doubt themselves sometimes or who don’t always know what the “cool” thing to do is or who don’t always have their shit together 100%

everyone has days like that

everyone has moments like that

WE ARE HUMAN WE MAKE MISTAKES IT IS NOT POSSIBLE TO BE PERFECT ALL THE FUCKING TIME

 

women are the most clique-y people..no..ANIMALS on the planet

if you’re not in the “group” than you’re not good enough to be around them

if you’re not stick thin with perfect hair and makeup and the most fashionable clothes, YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH

WELL EXCUSE ME FOR BEING A REAL HUMAN BEING AND NOT STARVING MYSELF (well not anymore anyway)

EXCUSE ME FOR PAYING BILLS INSTEAD OF BUYING THE HOTTEST NEW CLOTHES

EXCUSE ME FOR BUYING SHIT THAT LOOKS GOOD ON ME INSTEAD OF WHAT LOOKS GOOD ON A HANGER OR WHAT LOOKS GOOD ON A MODEL SKINNIER THAN MY FUCKING THIGH

EXCUSE ME FOR NOT WASTING HOURS TRYING TO TAME MY INSANE HAIR WHICH HAS A FUCKING MIND OF ITS OWN

BUT OHHHNOOOOO ONE HAIR IS OUT OF PLACE

LET ME GO BACK HOME AND REDO EVERYTHING

AND WHILE IM AT IT, WHY DONT I JUST PLASTER ON LAYERS UPON LAYERS OF CAKEY MAKEUP SO MY FACE WILL LOOK AS FAKE AS YOUR PERSONALITIES

 

NO. fuck that

fuck fake ass bitches who think they’re better than everybody else

im not trying to be your best friend. just have a conversation.

 

 

but there are things you want me to be sorry for that ill never be sorry for:

  • having boobs—fuck you, i didn’t ask for them, i didn’t want them, and even if i did, how do you justify hating someone you don’t even know just because they have bigger breasts than your whole little clique combined. stop being jealous and ill help you buy bras to make your itty bitty shit look less sloppy (SIDENOTE: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE BOOBS SO SMALL LOOK SO FUCKING SLOPPY!??! I DONT UNDERSTANDDDDDDD…..sorry, is that too many D’s for you? i don’t want to overwhelm you or anything)
  • liking star wars or other “nerdy/geeky/dorky” things—-SHUT YOUR FACE IF YOU DONT LIKE IT. THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO STICK UP YOUR NOSE AND JUDGE PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT IT UP
  • playing video games—-BITCH DONT BE MAD YOURE NOT AS BAD ASS AS WONDER WOMAN
  • reading comic books—its relaxing. i enjoy it. why is that a crime?
  • being smart—-don’t even get me started. i just…i can’t. goodbye. go choke on a dick.
  • reading—see above. illiterate sack of shit.
  • wanting to do something meaningful with my life—no, i won’t be rich. no, it won’t be easy. no, i don’t plan on marrying a guy for money and living off of him. why is it such a crazy idea to want to help people? why is it bad that i am not going to choose a career based on how much money ill make? i want to do something that i will enjoy, something that will make a difference. i know social work has a high burnout rate. i know this shit is gonna fucking suck sometimes and that I’m gonna see shit that is going to break my heart. but if i can help even just one person, get one woman out of an abusive home, help one child escape the clutches of a negligent or abusive parent, help one person get whatever it is that they need, whatever will help them….if i can help ONE PERSON, I’m willing to suffer through the gut wrenching heartache of the things ill see. and maybe i won’t last for as long as i hope to, but there’s more to social work than social services. i can do everything i would have done as a psychologist (except for psychological testing) as a social worker. the pay may be less, but especially with all the changes in health care and insurance plans, its actually easier to maintain a practice as a social worker than it is as a psychologist nowadays. which is sad, because I’m sure a lot of people don’t realize that going into the clinical psychology field, and they rack up student loan debt for extra schooling that (depending on what they want to do with their degree and license) may not even do much to help their career. but i digress. back to the shit I’m not sorry for…
  • not being a pussy ass bitch—-WHY DO YOU ALWAYS NEED A MAN TO SAVE YOU, LEARN TO HOLD YOUR LIQUOR, LEARN TO CARRY YOUR OWN SHIT, DONT WEAR HEELS IF YOU CAN’T WALK IN THEM, DONT START A FIGHT YOU CANT FINISH, DONT TALK SHIT ABOUT SOMEONE WHO CAN BASH YOUR FACE IN BLINDFOLDED WITH ONE HAND TIED BEHIND HER BACK…ok let me stop before i get carried away
  • having tattoos—-SERIOUSLY?! WHAT CENTURY ARE YOU LIVING IN
  • having red hair—because that clearly makes me a threat. or the devil. or both.

 

ok i need to stop. my hand is bleeding all over my computer.

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a quick lesson about my name. dedicated to the 4 creepiest creepers i’ve encountered in quite a long time.


my name is not ma

my name is not lil mama

i am little but i damn sure aint a mom (and I’m preeeeeetty sure i’d know if i were)

my height does not mean you can call me shorty or cutie

if my shirt says “sweetie 3.14” its because I’m a fucking nerd and i thought it was funny. i did not wear this for you. i wore it for me.

it does not mean you, as a random creepy man more than twice my age, should say “hey sweetie” like I’m supposed to giggle and skip down the street like everything is fine

my jordans are not an invitation to hit on me

my red hair is not an invitation to hit on me

my boobs are not an invitation to hit on me

my GENDER is not an invitation to harass me

if you hit on me and i turn you down, you have no right to get mad

if you hit on me and i turn you down, I’m not playing hard to get, leave me the fuck alone or ill punch you

just because you went to c2e2 and i say something about having to miss it because of school, does not mean we’re now best friends, nor does it make you my soulmate. i don’t care. if you’re gonna be a creeper, leave me alone.

just because we’re both students does not make us friends. leave me alone.

just because you introduce yourself to me does not mean i have to have a conversation with you nor does it give you the right to get mad when i turn you down and walk away, especially if I’m NICE about it

and i don’t have to be nice about it!  IM DONE BEING NICE ABOUT IT

sitting next to me on the train does not mean you can insert yourself in my conversations, read over my shoulder, question me about my scars, question me about my nicoderm patch, and it DAMN SURE does not give you the right to try to put your fucking arm around me

we are not friends

i dont fucking know you

i don’t want to know you

what in the world makes you think you can try and hug me and kiss my head?!? I’m just trying to get off the train and go to class

did you really think that would go over well?

maybe some girls would just be creeped out and move away or even run away

but not me

and if you knew me, which (as we already established) you don’t, you would know that

so you have no right to get mad when i slap you and knee you in the balls

i told you nicely

you didnt listen

just because I’m having a bad day and i look sad does not mean it is your job to try to fix it

i don’t want your advice i don’t want to know your name no you cannot have my number no i will not call you no you can’t sit that close to me if you try to I’m going to get up and leave and if you follow me i will cut your throat. goodbye creep.

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how much has really changed [[don’t read this if reading about my eating disorder(s) is going to bother you]]


life was easier when i was bulimic

and even easier than that when i was anorexic

when you teach yourself to not feel hunger, it does not just come back when you decide to stop putting your body through hell

i would give my left breast (which for some reason i think looks juuuust a tiny bit better than my right) to get my metabolism back to where it was before i started starving myself

i used to want to look like this:

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so the little food that i did eat i would throw up

within 30 minutes of course because any longer than that and you absorb the calories

i wouldn’t even touch pizza because i believed that i could absorb the calories through my skin

i would wake up hours before school to “quietly” work out in the basement

then i would get home and work out more

and then get off the treadmill right before my parents got home and then get back on so they would not know that i’d actually been working out for hours already

I’m much less “sick” now (or at least that’s what i’ve led myself to believe)

so why is this image still saved on my computer?

its not like i had this computer back then?

why do i still fall back into my obsession?

someone jokingly asked me if i was bulimic during a conversation about food poisoning

[[disclaimer: I’m writing this from the bathroom floor and have been puking my guts up for the past day]]

truth is i kinda think i still am…in a way

i try to eat “healthy” but i still don’t really have a grasp on what “healthy” is

nutritionists have tried to get me to do the whole “mindful eating” thing. which would work if i actually FELT hunger like a normal person.

but i don’t. i only feel it when my body is like HEY YOU NEED TO EAT SOMETHING OR IM GONNA JUST STOP WORKING AND YOULL PASS OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AND DIE. when i was starving myself that was awesome because i’d just drink some water and have an apple or some celery and that feeling would go away for another day or so. easy.

now that I’m not starving myself anymore, this becomes incredibly inconvenient

on the one hand, i have people saying “oh eat 5-6 small meals a day blah blah blah”

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then the average person (so I’m told) eats 3 meals a day

I WORK AT 5AM EVERY MORNING

I LEAVE MY APARTMENT AT 430AM

I LEAVE WORK AT 1030 AND GO STRAIGHT TO CLASS UNTIL 420

3 DAYS A WEEK I LEAVE SCHOOL AND GO STRAIGHT TO THE CHIROPRACTOR UNTIL 6

HOW CAN I EAT 3 HEALTHY MEALS ON THAT SCHEDULE

i honestly can’t figure it out. I’ve tried packing meals the night before, random breakfast bars and shakes, making dinner the night before so i can eat dinner when i get home and bringing a shake for lunch in my blender bottle thingy (which, side note, is one of the greatest inventions int he history of humankind)

but none of that has really worked

i did weight watchers for a while, which helped me make sure i was getting nutrients and stuff but tracking everything started to take too much time

so i would just choose to not eat until i had time to track

which was a stupid excuse to just go back to what was always easier for me.

the crazy thing is i still make time to workout for AT LEAST 1.5 hours a day

and not just like bitch ass workouts that girls do just to say that they work out

like dripping sweat can’t walk up the stairs without my muscles screaming workouts

collapse on the floor and yell in victory workouts

saying “one more” like 5 bajjillion times workouts

wearing 3 sports bras so my tits won’t bounce all over the place and sag to my knees when I’m old workouts (you try working out with 32G/30H’s. that shit HURTS LIKE A BITCH)

but thats not the point. i still don’t see the results i want.

and it pisses me off.

i don’t know how to be healthy. and it sucks.

if someone gave me a step-by-step plan to make eating healthy do-able with my schedule, i’d do it.

i try any idea i can think of, but none of it seems to work

and it scares me how often i say to myself. JUST STOP EATING AGAIN, IT WILL BE SO MUCH EASIER

but I’m not looking for easy

im willing to work hard

im willing to step up my workouts AGAIN

im willing to sacrifice a social life to get to where i want to be

im willing to do whatever

if greatness were easy it wouldn’t be great

if perfection were easy it wouldn’t be perfection

and what scares me most about this entire post is the fact that i just used the word perfection. last time i did that i had just finished a 7 day fast and was on my way to the hospital.

i don’t want to be skin and bones anymore.

i just want to be healthy.

i want to be as strong as i know i can be.

FUUUUUCK

[[ok time to leave the bathroom floor to workout..hopefully i won’t puke all over the living room floor]]

one day


one day i will learn to stop procrastinating.

i just hope its before i graduate or have to drop out of school.

here’s to the night

this would be easier if i wasn’t sober

or if i could switch up this manic bullshit and actually be productive and as invincible as i felt a couple hours ago… instead of trying to focus on finishing this damn paper when i have all this irritating restless energy and im trying incredibly hard to avoid spontaneous combustions of rage [as if i weren’t enough of an irritable bitch to begin with. hah. fuck you universe]

sorry

im getting sick of pretending im calm and collected when all i want to do is destroy shit

 

 

 

WHICH REMINDS ME

conversation i had in class this week!!YAYBITCHES

smug-idiot-person: [[after rambling for over 5 minutes about how screwed up people with bpd are and how its pointless to try to help them because they “aren’t worth saving”]] its simple. borderline is just a nice way of saying, this person is so fucking nuts that there is no way to put them in just one category. they’re psycotic and needy and they just want attention. thats all there is to the pathology. whiney needy attention whores who cant handle not being the world’s top priority.

me: way to fight the stigma *smh* soooo much confidence despite the fact that the whole point of the case study AND the dsm criteria clearly just went in one ear and out the other, not to mention casually overlooking the fact that they are human beings

smug-idiot-person: barely

me: oh really? so they’re differnet from you and that makes them less human?

smug-idiot-person: more or less

me: you do realize thats the same kind of thinking that leads to genocides, right?

smug-idiot-person: no need to get all preach-y, we’re not at church, ya know. all i said was borderlines are barely human because of how they act. theyre not like us. theyre not normal.

me: 1. im jewish. 2. fuck you. 3. normal is boring and also its total bullshit 4. you dont know me, don’t group me in with dumbfucks like you 5. would you even have the balls to say that kind of shit to their face?

smug-idiot-person [[staring like a fucking deer in headlights]]: uhhwhat?

me: CLEARLY not. but GUESS WHAT? ..you just met an alien from planet borderline.

 

and then i walked out of class. im honestly surprised that i didn’t completely go off on him and break his face, but somehow i maintained a relatively calm composure.

but yeah. thats the kind of week im having.

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i dont understand what the fuck is so difficult about FOLLOWING SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS.

if you cant do it than dont agree to do it so you can benefit from it without actually doing any of the work. i swear if this shit happens one more time i will flip out and fire this bitch myself.

this is just getting fucking ridiculous.

seriously bitch? are you that dense?

Confetti [angry drunk poetry]


you say now you’ll show me..

you WANT to show me..

the “real” you.

i met you in 2004.

almost 8 years

8 fuckin years

and you never thought to show me the “real” you?

not even once during those 8 years did that occur to you?

what would make you think that after all that has happened

after all the shit i put up with

all the times i stood up for you

all the things ive done for you &time ive wasted

trying to help someone who didn’t give a shit

being the one who stuck with you

no matter how many times you stabbed me in the back

no matter how much bullshit i endured and tolerated

for what?

for someone who was living a lie the whole time?

FUCK THAT.

FUCK YOU.

i’m done.

gone.

and moving the fuck on.

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fuck rush limbaugh


conversation i had with my mother yesterday:

 

mom: i know how to raise your blood pressure with 2 words.

me: not sure how realistic that is, but you’re the scientist so go ahead and test your theory

mom: rush. limbaugh. 

me: fuck that ignorant sexist prick! its insane that people listen to the shit he says….[[within seconds i was ranting loud enough that the neighbors could hear.]]

it took over 2 hours for me to calm down. it takes a lot to get me that worked up. not only does my mother know me better than i had thought, but we’re a lot more alike than i would’ve ever imagined when i was growing up.

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