I hate my life. I have been hating it for as long as I can remember. I hate the flaming dumpster fire of the circumstances that I have to live with on a daily basis. I’m left stuck dealing with the mental issues of a hoarder that refuses to change no matter how much I beg and plead, no matter how much their crap and clutter wears on me and tears at my own mentality and anxiety. I am tired of begging and pleading and reasoning and negotiating and have long since just said “fuck it “ and dropped it all for impatience, anger, and agitation. I hate being stressed and depressed and tired and having to deal with aging idiots that act like a stupid toddler that i have to yell at to clean up, like I’m their parent. I hate not being heard, not being listened to, no matter my tactic. I hate that I have tried to reach out for help from others who I thought I could trust, only to be ignored time and time again. I hate that nothing- absolutely fucking NOTHING has changed for decades.
I hate the stressful and shitty state of the world beyond my own home. I hate the pandemic. I hate other people. I hate the declining value of good morals and virtues and people just being toxic and destructive assholes that destroy earth and destroy themselves and just collectively need a swift holy nuke to the population before anything ever changes.
I hate existing. It’s just so fucking hard. And it’s tiresome. And I just don’t fucking have the energy anymore.
anonymousOther August 02, 2020 at 6:22 am00