This week was a bit worse. Doesn't help I still am out of work, and already have the clock ticking on my rent. "Surprise you were in a coma, now here, be fiscally responsible!" Shitty ass wake up call.
I should be capable of pulling my own weight, I should be able to have a place of my own. I want to stand on my own feet, and flex them for the first time. I want...to remember.
Why the fuck hasn't there been a worthwhile explanation to what happened to me? Even worse, why the hell did I wake up against my back door today? What the hell am I doing?
Shitty ass day! Damn this is pissing me off.
Have people still trying to hover over me, offering me money, food. I don't WANT your damn money. I am a man goddammit. I don't NEED YOUR CHARITY. FUCK
And I'm NOT going to be taking this medicine shit either. How the hell can you tell me to take this shit but when I ask you what happened to me, you throw up your hands? FUCK YOU, DOCTOR HERR.
One thing I AM glad about is that my 'family' has backed off again, seeing as I'm a whirling ball of hate and curses.
You know what I did yesterday? I fucking limped across the street to the playground, sat in a shitty ass swing too small for me, and fucking cried.
People are lying to me, and I don't know why.