I work my far harder then I should. Why can’t I get something in return. Like take care of yourself. I don’t make you go for seconds. I can’t walk for you. I can’t make you get out of bed.I was unhappy. I found a way. I don’t care how but you got to make yourself happy. I try to be happy with you. You make not want to be helpful n e more. I want a partner. Someone who has value in their self. I try new things every day. Fuck your hand. If it hurts hurt it worse. Make it bad enough that a dr will work with you. It won’t happen till you do something about it. Why do I have to do everything then still have you bitch that I smoke. Relive my stress. Ypu don’t clean for shit. Who cleans the house? Not you. I don’t want to kill myself by self distruction. A heartattack isnot my idea of a good way to show your love. Should I be bed riden from injury what would happen. You would run to your mom and I would be fucked.
If you ever walk out of a two lanes hospital in a tube dress covered in catchup… you mught have experienced fugue..
Its kinda like when you feel that you are an entire community, and the community around you is just one big asshole. Yeo
Said alter may cry b4 work and then when you get there you get confronted for being trashed. You look in the mirror and don’t remember crying but remembering the reason you wanted to.
I have so many questions right now. Self awareness is so uncompfortable. I have so many voices swarming threw my head. Or rather I have so many answers I can’t unfold right now. I want to be questioned to help me work this all out. Illerate alters tell so much. Rite?
If I were to have a host personality, I fear it iscurrently weak.
I am not a cow. I do not enjoy daylight savings.
So I asume the cure for mannic thoughts is large doses of cash..