My Life Hurts
I had an amazing weekend. It was one of the best weekends of my life. As a matter of fact, it was actually too good. I hate being back here. I want to snap. Service with a motherfucking smile! That's what I need to remember. However, if one more snooty-ass bitch thinks either that I am going to wait for her to get her utensils before I get in the lunch line or that she is going to slink her way back in front of me after getting her utensils, I am going to give her a piece of my mind. I am quiet and yes, typically easy to walk all over, but everyone has a breaking point and I am fast approaching mine. The last barrier I have to break down is actually standing up for myself. Preferably by verbalizing my feelings instead of keeping them bottled up and then throwing hot water on these dumb, ghetto, ratchet cunts. Males, females, everyone has something to prove, how big and bad they are, how they should be listened to and respected, how they will do shit that's more fucked up and intimidating than the next person, so everyone had just better watch out. If they had any merit or value at all, they wouldn't feel the need to prove anything. It is all an image. When I am done here and Tyler is done doing whatever the fuck he just has to do in this area specifically, we are moving so far away. Perhaps to any area where there are miles between the houses. Or at least to an area where we are amongst people like us.

Crush ME