Plans for the week
Wednesday: Get through the day and hopefully not smash someones face in.
Thursday: See Wednesday
Friday: See days above but add going to the liquor store to get wine, a bottle maybe two or just fuck it give me a box. Get home, wait for parents to leave, get shitfaced, remember that the dog needs a walk and walk shitfaced through the town, get home, drink some more, face plant the bed.
Saturday: Wake up hangover and complain, doing nothing but lay in bed, hopefully no one screams my ears out over “irresponsible drinking”. (Fuck you I stayed at home!)
Sunday: Wake up with a milder hangover, lay in bed doing nothing the whole day.
Why? Because life sucks.
Showing that you are sad is nothing you show in this family. Anger however? Just scream at someone because, fuck you. Stay quiet for weeks, because fuck you.
I would gladly leave this shit hole if it wasn’t for my anxiety and lack of money.
The fact that it takes a lot of energy from me just walking the dog and not be so scared never faced anyone.
Taking the fucking train to work is a hell ride. Leaving the house at all can be challenging at times. Just going to the store in the town I grew up in takes a lot of preparation from my side.
How many times must one scream for her own freaking parents to hear?
Fuck you and good night.