It’s not fair that I’ve had to have such a shitty hard life. Not just hard but I had to work-in-a-sweatshop-since-I-was-7yo kind of HARD. And no, I did not grow up in a shithole 3rd world country. The shithole country I grew up in was here, in good ol’ USA. Land of capitalistic vultures who run our country and screw it’s citizens. Yes, that one.
People (and Presidents) call other countries shithole countries, but but even those “shithole” 3rd world countries like Mexico give it’s citizens universal healthcare. But not us. Not good ol’ USA. Nope.
Anyhow, I was going to write about how shitty I had it growing up, as well as life in adulthood, but too tired to write about it now. Sigh.
I was born to the wrong people, in the wrong country, in the wrong time period.
Hell, I shouldn’t have been born to begin with.