"why are you even here? You need to get out of my house." "what the did you do all day? Have you even tried...."In all reality, I should probably leave or find a job and just work extra hard. Give her all my money, but if i did that then she would rule over me and i would eventually snap out because I can't breathe when I go into TJmaxx or the grocery store. I do not want to go to her parents. I don't want to do shit. I just feel like telling her that the only real reason i'm here is exactly because shes the only person who will fuck me. FML. I get it, I will take full accountability and drive myself to the bar, sure, oh you don't mind if I just come back when im loaded and I wanna fuck? I love you so much. Unfortunately thats not how things are going to go tonight because little miss boss bitch wants me to give a shit about everything until my eyes are bloodshot from bleach and comet.

The hardest part about reality is believing in it sometimes. Cuts bleed and scratches will sting, but getting your ass kicked will not feel good. Going to jail will throw your whole day or even your life off course depending on what you are charged with. The technicalities that are embedded into the system that nobody wants to deal with or have any idea that are waiting for you are like little hidden obstacles that you cannot avoid and provide no warning. But how can an individual truly know what it feels like unless you've been through it? Some of us are lucky enough to listen to our elders, or learn through watching others. The consequences usually don't even fit the crimes, and justice is merely a slogan that sounds pretty good, but unfortunately does not entirely exist anymore.