Rotten Eggs In a Disease Bag

May 17, 2005 04:03

Im gonna fucking die. I swear things just seem weirder and weirder the more I look into it. I dont want to be a statistic. Fuck that. Look. Not having insurance is bad enough, but I should still not sit here and do nothing. I should atleast try and attempt to see that family doctor of ours. I can take my chances. Be it that he's wrong on his ( Read more... )

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kool_aid_party May 17 2005, 10:01:07 UTC
Nothing is so absolute....when I was a kid I wished to never have kids..I didnt want them to hate me as much as I hated my mom for what she passed down to me. I used to cry at night about being a freak. "Why have a child suffer such embarassment?!?" is how I justified my feelings. Maybe its me that has damned you not god. You were fine before me and now I have made you rot. You never missed before me..when we met you were like clockwork. Soon after it stopped, I poluted and broke you. You can blame yourself as much as I can blame myself. What we need to do is see it through together. If you flee, you are saving yourself not me. I wouldnt blame you then. You always want to runaway. I am trying to make our financial situation brighten with your balancing help, but until I get a better job, the fact is either I insure you at $400/month or you get and keep a job with insurance at hopefully a better rate. All I hear is you wanting to leave. From day one. How am I supposed to feel? If you love me as much as you say, fight to ( ... )

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