I’m sorry… How royally fucked up is this country, that the same people who allowed me to be raped repeatedly for seven years, to the point I had a child, could have the audacity to look me in the eyes and say they can’t help me? Really?! Do you have any idea how many times I tried to tell people what was happening, only to be called a liar? And now, the bastard draws a disability check for being bipolar (no shit). That’s not a lot of money, but it’s $700 a month while my son and I have NOTHING. His class Easter party […]
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Coincidences
A week of coincidences. Those unhappy bitches just never let up. Every time I take a step aside, there they emerge, out of nowhere. Every time I do particular things, either intentionally or unintentionally, no matter what the outcome is. Much like someone trying to tell me:  Stick to the same route, or you know you’ll regret it. It STILL has me wondering, who is behind the wheel of my life? I only know it ain’t me.
I’ve been sleeping badly this past week. I don’t even know if I’ve been sleeping at all. It could be that drinking 10 cups of coffee in a day until […]
In Othello, Desdemona is smothered by her lover, Othello. Throughout the past year I’ve been telling myself I could never do that to you(I could never do that, physically, to you). However, it dawns on me that my pounding on your door when you needed space was in fact me smothering you. I am smothering you now just by sending you this letter. I am so sorry for this, for everything.
Bronte said it best between Jane Erye and Rochester: There is something inexplicable beneath my left ribs that was once connected to you in a similar fashion; but that connection has been severed and now […]