Thursday, July 1, 2010

My Life In Hell

Carla is unbelievable, telling me that if I'm not carefull I'll become bitter, the nerve of her that's her response after just standing by not saying anything or doing anything to ameliorate the situation knowing that I was upset over something. You don't do to someone what Carla and the rest of those miserable excuses for anything on two legs; but especially Carla, did to me, make promises of help and then renege on them. You count on someone, and for to just bale isn't right she knew how bad things were, but she did it anyway. I feel such anger. I'm enraged. I want to take Carla Berkleys head and push it through a plate glass window and smash her face on the concrete pavement until it is unrecognizable, that lopsided insane grin that she has. If you think your politicians, government officials, and representatives are concerned about you and what you'r going through, you are naive. The only things they care more about then themselves are money, what it will buy, and the special interest groups who give it to them. I didn't start out feeling this much rage and hatred, I had to learn it getting kicked in the teeth over and over and over again. I finally learned how to hate. When you are forced to go through day after day after endless day of continual never ending, indescribable misery maybe you'll understand how degraded a person is made to feel having to beg for help, the humiliation. To be trapped with no way out. No one has the common decentcy to be open, honest, front about any of this. There is no justice on this screwed up, primitive planet. They just continue the lie and go on as though it's another day and it's perfectly normal behavior, rather then deal with what's going on. This is my frustration taken to the extreme. I'm stuffing down my anger because I have no choice and it's effecting my health. They get off scott free to live their lives. No one gets it, they're all clueless, they're all living in their own fantasy world, but they have decent, habitable homes and families to come home to.

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