For granted"GOD, why would you let this a**hole roam the earth, there's like 10 cars behind him and he missed the green light because he was checking his phone. MOVE YOU GARBAGE. At least 10 people are cursing you right now. YOU, the reason we're late to go back home, and enjoy our time in front of the TV."
"This is all I do. I work two jobs and talk to my boyfriend. The two jobs that I cannot afford keeping, because they can't afford keeping me alive. Not even that, and I still got dreams of moving out and being my own boss... dumbass. Life has to be more than this. I wanna be able to travel, and stay home, and sharpen my drawing skills..."
"My boyfriend lives away. It kills me how much I miss him. It is not fair for me to have a relationship where I only meet him for one night or two a week. Sure he spends every one of his days off with me, but I want him here. I can't wait until he gets a job here and moves closer to me"
"My sisters kids are soooo loud. Why don't they get that it's Saturday and I need to sleep?! Lord, why won't they just leave me nap on my day off?!"
That's my true face. That is how disgusting I am.
I've gotten mad at strangers because I was rushing home to do nothing.
I've worked two dead end jobs and ignored my friends.
I've belittled the things my boyfriend did for me,
and worst of all, I've stayed awake for the wrong people, and then chose sleep when my dearest were close to me.
I miss my nieces
I miss my nephew
I miss my sisters
I miss my brother
I miss my boyfriend
I miss my friends.
I miss the roads.
I miss having a clear conscience.
I am sorry.
God save us.
Poetry by zana
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Written on 2020-03-25 at 19:56
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