Somewhere in my life i got the impression that if i made the people i love a priority, made them special, made them matter, then I too would matter, be special or become a priority. But I was wrong at the end of the day, I only matter when they want, for what I can do, bring, offer. I am so easily discounted, toss aside, discarded when something or someone better comes along.
She’ll always be there, no matter how much we neglect her, no matter how rudely we speak to her, no matter how much we take advantage or expect from her, she’ll be there.
I think the most common phrase that comes out of my mouth is .. I’m tired. I am tired, but more often than being sleepy type of tired… I’m tired of being me. I’m tired of being asked “how are you?” you don’t really care to know the truth. Who gives a fuck how I am anyway? I’m tired of lying and I’m tired of you pretending to care. You don’t care. Quit asking. I’m tired of worrying about everyone else, tired of caring about anyone else. I just want to take care of me.
I can completely understand why my mom checked out. Being the least important thing in the world is tiring. Sorry, you have to go to the Dr with me, no you’re not. Sorry I don’t help out more. No, you’re not. Sorry, I didn’t do it on my own. No, you’re not. Sorry, you had to help with that… No, you’re not. If you were sorry or you felt bad you would make an effort to change. But it is comfortable to be lazy. Each and every one of you is comfortable being lazy.
My sister exercises and works out. I cheered her on, way to go with your bad self. She said, I don’t want to have a heart attack.
I thought, I do, I just hope it kills me.
Of course I couldn’t say that… that opens my life for discussion and honestly, I don’t want to talk about it.