Thought For the Day Part 2
Why in the hell is it that a person can work his ass off for two weeks, get a full paycheck, pay bills, and try to survive and NOT have enough money to get gas, food, cigs, or possibly, god forbid, have money to do something fun. I am so damn sick of seeing the account with only one digit and some change, I'm ready to scream. I'm a good person, I work, I try to keep people happy and I'm the one who gets shit on. I pay my bills, yeah they aren't on time, but damn it, I have to have money in other places. I've started working the Pampered Chef and hopefully that will start bring money in. Tony is still working the convenience store and that brings some more in, but damn it, it's not enough. So tell me, besides selling drugs or hoing yourself out, how in the hell can a decent person survive. I swear, I've gotten to the point of just giving it all up, just end it all and be done with it. I love my family, I love my friends, I love Tony; BUT it's getting so damn hard to make it every day. I smile, laugh, and go on, but one can only do that for so long. I know there are probably some of you saying, "Why is this bitch complaining so much? That is life and you have to deal with it." But you know what, I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!!! Yes I know life sucks and that it's not fair, but damn it, I'm going to bitch about it.
My mother worries all the time that I'm not doing well. She worries that I'm not going to wake up tomorrow or make it through the day. I love her for doing that. Some of you may think that this is morbid or something, but guess why me and my mom always say I love you at the end of a conversation no matter how long. We say it in case it's the last conversation we have with each other. We'll never have to say, "I wish I would have said I love you." How sweet is that I tell you. I LOVE YOU MOM!!!! I love hearing it from people dear to my heart. It's just about the only thing that's keeping me going right now. To know that there are people out there that think about me and smile makes me feel good. But I hate the fact her and others worry about me. I wish I was better off so that no one whom I love would have to worry about me.
I hate it when Tony borrows money from people, dear god that makes me feel like poor white trash. I hate living in a trailer park. I hate owing people money. I hate having to live paycheck to paycheck. I hate having to eat peanut butter or tuna fish sandwiches everyday. I hate worrying if there's a check that's going to bounce. I hate stuck up people who look down on me. I hate fuckin' twinks that think just because they have smooth toned body's and a head full of hair that they are better than everyone else. I hate not having cable anymore. I hate dial up. I hate money. I hate not having good credit. I hate having to say yes when I really want to say no. I hate being addicted to cigarettes. I hate the color red. I hate homophobic people trying to make laws for my bedroom. I hate people who don't ask questions about things they don't understand. I hate it when people screw up your food order, HELLO THERE'S PICTURES ON THE KEYPAD. I hate not getting too see Tony as much as I want.
There, I've gotten everything off my chest for the day. I'll update you from the week tomorrow.
