I want simple.
I care about you. You care about me. We’re both damaged goods. But we like to keep each other’s company. And it’s enough. Nothing more, nothing less.
No games. No mindfucks. No bullshit.
It’s really discouraging when your mother tells you, “you better get to work” when I am currently suffering a foot injury, while having to call out from two different jobs that require the use of both of my legs.
Especially since I’ve been having issues with my work life. All I do is work. It’s been that way when I started working. Its worse now more than ever. I always picked up shifts and doubles, stayed to close and came in early. For the fear of security.
And coming from someone who has been currently unemployed for 6 months now. And who’s partner hasn’t had a job in over two years now. You have the audacity to give me shit about it? I didn’t asked to get injured — why do you talk to me like I did it on purpose. But I’ve been doing what I need to do. I’m the only one here that actually works! I don’t sit on my ass inside the house ALL DAY, EVERY DAY of the week in front of a goddamn TV screen and bitch about how bad other people are.
So yeah I’m a little fucking bothered when you make comments like that as if it will benefit me in any way when all it does is make me feel bad if not worse about my current situation.
It’s getting really hard not to punish yourself for either small or big things when you have someone who is constantly criticizing every fucking move you make. And when you do finally pluck up the courage to ask for help or advice, they keep their mouth shut.
I don’t get it.
white people: this is SO spicy
me: it’s water
Most annoying question constantly asked to me ever: How spicy is it?
Followed by the most annoying commentary ever: Oh my god, wow that was way too spicy.