I’m so fucking tired of being pushed. I just want to move on but I keep getting dragged back into the same bullshit over and over. I never get the chance to put everything behind me and start fresh, because the fucking assholes won’t fucking let me be. Why is it so fucking wrong to want to forget? But no, I have to continue to fucking suffer for their god-damned satisfaction. I have to be made an example of. They won’t rest until I’ve been bled dry, so they can find a new target. I’m not a bad person, SO WHY DO THEY HAVE TO TREAT ME LIKE I AM!?
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Yup, this is exactly how I felt when I found out the NSA had been spying on me.
How long til you are up for parole?
Not even in jail yet, but at this rate it probably won’t be long.
Jail is a hard place to kill yourself. Try and stay out for as long as you can.
That’s not even really what I’m angry about. I’m angry because I’m being treated like someone I’m not. It’s an insult to my character. Are they that fucking blind?
When someone turns a blind eye on me I turn it right back on them. It is insulting it does sting, but at the end of the day you have to consider the source. They’re nothing, but parasites.
It would be nice if i could just turn a blind eye, but the fact remains that the bastards have the power to royally fuck me over if the wanted to, and the DO want to. So I have no choice but to fight back, despite what it’s costing me.
I dunno your exact situation, but if it were me, I imagine I’d have a hard time not laughing at them every time they tried to talk to me. May or may not be applicable.
Not really applicable, but thanks for trying…
You haven’t a mind to think, act, and feel for yourself. So, yeah, I suppose they do have the power. That’s a shame. You think enough of yourself though to not want to be fucked over, so, I guess you do care. There is some feeling left within you.
I don’t care anymore and life has improved somewhat because of not caring. I don’t really feel anything though, so, cherish what is left of feeling someone stab you in the back. I damaged a nerve a while back when someone tried taking the knife out. I guess, they thought if they could take the knife out it would be like they never put it there in the first place. Bastards… oh, well… I’m not bitter.