DISAPPOINTMENT
I want to know the mother who struggled to bear me from the womb to this fucking disgusting planet. I want to know the father who probably doesn't know I exist. I want to know who my family is. My biological family. Blood. Genes. The lot of it.
And people wonder why I can't concentrate.
People wonder why I'm so fucking crazy.
I don't know who I am and from whence I came. I don't know the fucking psycho genes I have.
I don't know who I am and from whence I came. I don't know the fucking psycho genes I have.
I don't know anything anymore.
All I know is that I'm unhappy. And maybe I do have RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder).
Or maybe I'm just tired of caring. Yeah. Maybe I'm just tired of caring.
I'm even pissed at the man whom I love because he's being an asshole reacting negatively to my incessant whining which I really can't seem to help. I know I need an attitude adjustment. I look forward to hopefully getting some meds for this shit.
I can't handle it.
I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of this fucking, goddamn paper, and I'm tired of being HERE doing THIS SHIT.
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