dads and mice

It's gotten to the point now where I don't even care.

britticisms:

When people ask “How are you?” or “How has your year been?” I tell them that it’s been shitty. That it started really well in a loft party in Logan Square with my best friends as we listened to Daft Punk and drank shitty well drinks, and then it went down hill about an hour later after I started puking in my toilet for a good two hours. It’s been shitty because I was fired for “my attitude” and because I couldn’t get up most mornings to even go to work, let alone class. It’s been shitty because my grades terrified me more then they ever have, because I lost a lot of really good friends and because I apparently completely crushed my last relationship. It’s been shitty because I lost my new job as the store is closing, because I’m thousands of dollars in debt, and because my credit card information was stolen. It’s been shitty because I’ve spent the past months having to truly face my issues with race, with drunk idiots using racial slurs, and with stereotypes concerning black female sexuality. It’s been shitty because I’m thousands of dollars in debt and my parents don’t know and I don’t know what to do. It’s been shitty, so shitty, so fucking shitty. They ask “How are you?” and I say “Not so good,” and they look horrified (because I’m usually the one people tell stories to).

Hey Britt. I am on another side of the world to you, and we don’t know each other, but I wanted to say I hear you, and that I wish there was something we could all do to ease each others pain. I am in debt, clueless, frustrated and to be honest, a bit lost. Sometimes it takes more to say ‘I am not ok’ than it takes to power on. I hope things look brighter soon. xx

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