Broken Doll

I don’t do helplessness. I’m really really really bad at it. I need to have some level of basic control over my own life and my own happiness.

So, searching worrying trying doing something pro-active or constructive about the shitty circumstances I find myself in — yeah, I’ll do it to death. I’m stubborn that way. Call it a character flaw but it cuts both ways. I’d go all out for anyone that really matters to me too.

Sitting waiting watching while it all falls to shit around my ears — not so much.

Paying the price for someone else’s shitty behaviour — twice — while she not only gets a free pass but approval for it — hell yes I resent it. A lot.

I tried my damndest to exorcise and leave behind those that don’t matter from my life, as much as was feasible, and focus on doing things about the circumstances surrounding those who do matter.

But the loudest voice is the one that gets heard, and this is, apparently, what passes for acceptible human behaviour.