Monday, January 16, 2012

Damn. Forgot to Add ~~~

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

I am so effing TIRED of always taking the blame.

And I TAKE it. The path of least resistance. The path of the moron. The path of the peacekeepers and all the other idiots that need a lesson in aggressiveness.

Just like the fatties that want to get rid of McDonald's....personal responsibility people!!! Be it your kids...your life...your damn dog.

Take care of yours.

What in the hell is WRONG with people??

Same sue happy jerks are saying their coffee is too hot....the hairdresser couldn't take their black as pitch hair to Marilyn Platinum without a bit of damage....my childhood sucked - that's why I treat you like shit....I'm stressed...I'm tired....I'm underpaid.....

You know what? Get real and get over it.

I am sick of dealing with adults who just cannot give it up - live your life how you want NO MATTER what has been dealt to you....or suffer like the idiot you can be.

Be strong or be weak.

Rise ABOVE or sink BELOW.

I get emotional. I cry (shhhhh don't tell!!). I get lonely. I get sad. My father was a douche. My ex-husband treated me badly. I feel weak. I feel afraid. I feel desperate. I feel low.

But I still have that something in me....that is going to make it. Make it okay, make it in life, just basically rise from those goddamn ashes and say...."REALLY? WHAT ELSE??" and add "BRING IT ON...I GOT THIS...I GOT THIS!"

Call me Phoenix.

From Chicago.

(working in Tulsa)

Ok, the last part you may not get but hey....I'm fired up.

Wow can I certainly change from minutes ago!! LOL. Am I woman or am I Bipolar woman? ;)

See ya.

1 comments:

Rider said...

Your dark funk begins with your posting captioned, "WOW...Really??? What ELSE???!"

It continues through most of the posting here, where you write that you "cry," "get lonely," "get sad," "feel weak," "feel afraid," "feel desperate," and "feel low."

You recover during the last part of the posting. That's when you tell us you're the Chicago Phoenix. Rising from the ashes. And once again you become the woman we know and love.

Welcome back, Vanessa Sue.