No One's Anything

Between work, derby, family, men, and so called friends, I really don't know how much more I can handle. I am so tired of people; their cowardice; their empty promises; their selfishness; their need to use you up and spit you out. It's all about how much further ahead you can help them get or to make them feel better about themselves. I'm only good enough when someone wants something. Drive me here, let me stick my cock there, do the shite work that no one else wants to do, hang out with me because no one else is around, listen to me, let me dump all my problems on you, be my doormat so I can shite all over you. Help me, help me, help me. No, FUCK YOU!!! I am a fucking human being, not some dumping ground, not some fuck toy, not a pair of tits for your amusement, not someone to do something with when no one else is around, not your chauffeur, not your punching bag.

The person I'm most angry at is myself for continually allowing this to happen; for wanting to be loved so much that I let people treat me like this; for constantly caring about people who don't care about me. I wish I didn't care, that I was cold and unfeeling, that I could convince myself that this is the way it should be, but I can't. So, I'll sit here wishing that people will change, and be forever disappointed as they become more self involved.