So beyond sick of people that won't shut up, move on, go away. I spend my days chasing a toddler and my nights fighting for whatever the fuck I am fighting for and it is getting so...tired.
It's just TIRED.
Emails to Hushmail, Yahoo, whatever needs to be....whoever needs to know...same shit...different decade.
No matter what you do.
No matter who you are.
No matter who is in your bed, your head, your email, you phone, your website, your blog, your car, your soul, your veins, your closet...that should never matter...as a person you do not deserve to be treated with disrespect. No matter what. You don't deserve harassment, threats, slander, libel, abuse, being mind-fucked, being stalked, brushed-off, put away, on the goddamn back burner.
I am a fighter but damn....this girl is sooooo tired. I won't give up. Period. Ever.
Chicago is mine. Wisconsin is mine. This world is FUCKING MINE. No one can kick me out of any place. You cannot expect me to go away or leave or hang myself just because you asked. Because you threaten me or because you tell me.
Three in the morning and I am done but jacked up from pure adrenaline and just annoyance. Came all this way and they think I am gonna check out because of them.
Get over yourself. You ain't that important. You aren't worth a traffic ticket.
Karam is a bitch....but I am off the charts.
(so sick of this shit!!!)
Things are going to change. Something needs to be done. Seriously.
However...I look fab with my 3 pound weight loss from stress. (so I thank you)
Signing off for now....better things to come....for me anyway.
See ya.
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The remarkable intensity in your eyes, the strength in your words, the steel in your body -- they all tell me you'll win your war with the universe. Still, in every war, there are moments of calm. Good moments.
Will tell us about a few of those good moments, Vanessa Sue? The good moments like your time during the day with your son?
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