Tough, Weak, And Too Stubborn To Stop.
What does that even mean?
Because I feel like I'm tough. Not muscly tough — mentally tough. Emotionally tough. I've been through a lot in my 40 years. Stuff nobody knows about because I don't talk about my problems like they're for everyone to hear. I think that's weak, tbh.
And that's another word I've been thinking about lately. Weak.
Because sometimes? That's exactly what I feel. Weak. Like I didn't try hard enough to prevent all the shit that brought me here — to this trailer, with no food. Eating rice for weeks. Pasta for days.
It's ridiculous.
So what's the fucking point of all this?
To teach me a lesson? Okay — taught. Got it. I have a voice and I'm using it.
Am I supposed to feel this shitty about myself? Because if that's the goal — job well done, universe.
But here's the thing:
All you're doing is pissing me off more. And me being pissed off? That's not good — for you — because then I don't stop.
So maybe that's the point. To not stop.
Like damn — throw a chick a hint or something already.
This reminds me of that Limp Bizkit song.
"It's just one of those days..."
Yeah. One of those lives, more like.
But I'm still here. Still building. Still too stubborn to quit.
And if the universe wants to keep testing me? Fine.
But I bite back.
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