Looked up the ex on another site, saw she had a bunch of public pictures posted, went through them a bit and sent her a nice note. Now her whole profile is private.
It's moments like this when I can't imagine relating to baby mama, or even my daughter. All it all is for me is a symbol of everything that I've lost, every way I've been betrayed and left alone to rot. All because I took pity on some stupid, ugly bitch that everyone mistreated.
I wish I had somewhere to go and just get away from all of this. Begin again. But I can't. There's no escaping it for me. I can't even join the Peace Corps. I can't travel abroad. I can't even move somewhere else, because I couldn't afford it with this $600/mo bill hanging over my head.
What on Earth am I going to do?!? If it can't be a happy one, and the fact is that it can't, at least I want my life to mean something.
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Fuck this shit.
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What on Earth am I going to do?!? If it can't be a happy one, and the fact is that it can't, at least I want my life to mean something.
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