I just want to be put to sleep. Load me in the back of the SUV and let me lick a 99 cent vanilla ice cream cone from McDonalds. Shed a few tears, take one last look in my eyes, and then just euthanize me. Please.
Tell the children I went to live on a farm.
So Im at the fucking welfare office fighting with medicaid to cover my narcotics and they’re telling me “oh you’re income is over the limit”. My fucking dad died in combat fighting a war that didn’t need to happen. The least these greedy fuckers could do is pay for the medication I need to deal with my super fucking sad existance.
And they made me sit there for 45 minutes staring at a “God Bless America” banner.
I’ve snorted cocaine off the toilet seat at the emergency room, I don’t think I belong with a “good guy” who can be a “good provider”, mother.
I go through life just not understanding why the fuck anyone does anything they do
WHEN I WONDER IF IT MAKES YOU WANT TO CRY
EVERY TIME YOU SEE A HONDA CIVIC DRIVING BYYYY