It feels fucking horrible in the sunken place. Homeless, starving, raggedy yet forced to trust in a plan in someone I can't see. Like God. Who keeps letting me down time and time again. Lost everything and even more now. Come on Q, help us out!
Why are we even here? We already connected the dots and read crumbs. What the fuck do we do now? Wait and "trust"? AGAIN?
Coulda, woulda, shoulda, does nothing for me at this point, lad. I appreciate the gesture though.
I'm just fucking at my lowest point. I just want to end all this. I'm fucking done. So done.
Trusted in the plan, got boned. At this point, I'm waiting for my hypocritical parents to die so I can use their life insurance to finally live since this "reset" isn't happening anytime soon. I just can't do this anymore.
Still no financial reset. Must be nice to always be a bridesmaid and never a bride, called 'Murica.
I'll believe it when I fucking SEE it. Quit getting our spirits up for a tripcode change. Jesus Christ.
For them. Seems to me that we only care about the affairs of nations abroad; rather than the plank in our nation's eye.