Why do I bother? Why the FUCK do I even try anymore? After spending a few days in the psych ward, I would have thought that things would be a little better. You are just as goddamn selfish and self-absorbed as you ever were! What if I HAD killed myself, you *****? What would you have done then?
Would you go to your goddamn aerobics class instead of going to my funeral? “That’s how life is, and you just have to get over it. Stop letting every little thing bother you. You’re just like your daddy, I can’t talk to you!”
Maybe because all you ever want to fucking talk about is yourself! Fine, but don’t tell me about who’s dating goddamn who and who’s fucking whoever and who’s wearing what!
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK. I DON’t HAVE ANY LEFT TO GIVE.
I’ll tell you what I do give: I (fucking) give UP!!!
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You try, because you already know you’ll hate what happens if you don’t try. It’s because you can’t “just accept” the unacceptable, and you can’t just sit there and take it.