Tell me something, why does life have to be so hard though? Truth be told, I’m tired of stressing.
My mom has her surgery coming up on Tuesday. My major cardiologist appointment is coming up on the 17th. From the looks of things I’ll get going to that shit by myself. I’m thinking about not going. Tay’s birthday party is on the 25th.
I need to make a gynecologist appointment. I don’t know when I’ll have time to go to that.
Tay’s dad hasn’t called. I guess his daughter finally don’t exist to him anymore.
Financially I’m beat. I’m trying to make this shit spread as far as I can just in case my doctor tells me I’m going to have my surgery. That is if I go to my appointment. I hate my medical insurance. $245 out my check every month for bullshit ass coverage.
I’ve got ton of packing and cleaning to do for moving.
My mother keeps yelling at me everyday about every little thing. That aint nothing new, but I can’t take much more verbal abuse. My cousin Shermel keeps telling me I aint shit, keeps telling me I could be rich. Imagine that.
Crying don’t fix shit, I keep trying to keep my head up. I know I can make it though all of this, I just don’t know how yet.
I can’t talk to anyone about my problems because EVERYONE has problems.
I gotta think of how to get this money man. I gotta get this shit! Everything and everyone is requiring money.
And since I have no one to tell me, I’ll tell myself: “Everything is going to be alright Ashlee.”
Too much of this shit will kill you. Well, we all gotta go some day.
Killaaaa™
