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hazy-horizons:

Why wasn’t I blessed with good looks, perfect skin, the perfect body? Why can’t I have a functioning family, friends who actually care about me, and a boyfriend who treats me well and loves me for who I am? Why can’t I have less expectations, more freedom, the ability to make my own choices? And why the fuck do I continually screw up any good thing that gets thrown my way. Fucking why?!

When I feel like this, I realize that most of the things I don’t have in my life are things I probably do not need/cannot handle right now.

Also, I found this through #fuckthis.

I keep checking Craigslist missed connections to see if I made a connection with someone, or at the very least drew their attention.

So far, no. Hasn’t happened.

For the past seven plus months, I have been constantly surrounded by someone. I was always the intruder in their space, but only by personal circumstance. At the expense of my humanity they allowed my presence, and in the process furthered my own dislike for bullshit social interaction amongst those who share a dwelling.

Even now I have a place of my own and I am still surrounded by those who have little regard for my own space, constantly bombarding my senses with their personal culture. Cultures that they apparently cannot fucking keep to the confines of their own space. It must be human nature to expand into which is not rightfully yours and beat the inhabitants senseless with your way of life.

I wish I could afford something better than a Damn apartment. :/