Falling Failure Faulting Fucking Fighting for air.

The title is how I feel. Every horrible F word feels like me. Every stupid one.

UNEMPLOYED!…again 😦

This time I don’t feel as bad for leaving it. Yes, I left it…because…they told me to “choose between my mother or my job.” my employers exactly words. What was I suppose to do?..

Ugh AHH …. …I’m trying really hard to fall back into old horrible BP ways, but its getting hard. I know I did the right thing, but why do I feel so bad?

PLEASE give me good news about the BP world or yourself, its getting dark over here

😦

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