It sucks not having a job. Not being able to work. Having to really watch what I spend my money on. It sucks to be stuck in this city, not being able to really go anywhere because I have to be able to get to the hospital at the drop of a hat. Portland is my prison, and I have an undetermined sentence. It sucks being sick, but feeling as if you're not. It sucks having to be cautious when I go out because I can't afford to even get the common cold.
I just wanna sleep until that call comes, telling me that I can have my chance at living life again. Because this Groundhog's Day has gotten old.
I'll never ask people to apologize for hurting me so much. That's not in my nature. And naturally, I'll end up having people walk all over me and pretending like everything is just peachy keen. I have so much pent up in me that I could write an angry entry that would take days to read. But I will always pretend like everything is okay just so I don't have to deal with things. I take on the roll of the bad guy even when I'm not the bad guy. I take the blame when it's not my fault.
And now I've hit that brick wall where I can't even let emotions out. I guess what I'm trying to say is that this time I'm hurt so bad that I'm done trying to fix things, because they'll just end up back here.
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