I’m angry

  • I’m angry that I’m still having the same conversation with my doctors.
  • I’m angry that weedles are ruining my life and taking all my pokeballs.
  • I’m angry when people promise things but never deliver. Don’t tell me you’ll do something with me if you don’t actually mean it. I’m not the girl to do that to
  • I’m angry that a house receives more love and affection than a daughter
  • I’m angry that I can’t trust my emotions. Am I being reasonable with this anger
  • I’m angry that I don’t sleep well
  • I’m angry I had to let my brother go
  • I’m angry that my life has been stolen from me
  • I’m angry I have to down as many tablets as I do just so I am palatable for others
  • I’m angry with how much all that medicine costs
  • I’m angry that my daughter refuses to listen
  • I’m angry when I’m left with my own thoughts. They scare me and I’d do anything to shut my brain up
  • I’m angry that I’m not the mother or wife they deserve
  • I’m angry that because I work and make money I am not eligible for most mental health services. What do they honestly think will come from all this anger? It won’t result in a hug-fest.
  • I’m angry that I’m completely alone in all of this
  • I’m angry that Cheers walked with little consequence. One minute alone in a room with him with me holding the knife is all I’d need. I’ve learnt where I need to stab him for him to bleed into his heart.
  • I’m angry that I don’t have many friends
  • I’m angry that for the last seven odd months I have heard nothing but my-mum-is-great from a lady at work eager to welcome a new baby into the world. Stop flaunting your Disney-life.
  • I’m angry that I’m travelling for work next week and I’m not sure how I’m going to manage that. I can barely look after myself and it doesn’t sound like there will be much Abby-alone-time
  • I’m angry that my birthday this year sucked. Spending it with a sick kid was fucked
  • I’m angry that I once again have my mother in-law living with us
  • I’m angry that I was the one who has had to find her a place to live. I just want her out of my fucking house
  • I’m angry that she tells me that all my misfortune is the devil taking control. Nothing like walking around on the devil’s hit-list
  • I’m angry that so much is explained by using the word God. God is a prick. God doesn’t exist. He is some magical perfect judging fuck that has been made up to make people a little nicer to each other. It’s not working!
  •  I’m angry that people are now thinking she-is-going-to-hell for that. I live hell. Every. Single. Day so bring it
  • I’m angry that my husband doesn’t obsess over me
  • I’m angry when he asks me where I’m going. I feel like he doesn’t trust me
  • I’m angry when he doesn’t ask where I’m going. Makes no fucking sense.
  • I’m angry that I want people to like me
  • I’m angry that I don’t know how to trust
  • I’m angry that I’m ugly on the inside and the outside
  • I’m angry that I don’t know how else to deal with things that don’t involve causing myself physical pain
  • I’m angry that all of this has come off the back of the desire to have money
  • I’m angry when the School’s Out guy rings me and bitches because I forgot to tell him Rory was sick
  • I’m angry that my rabbit isn’t nicer
  • I’m angry that I have to wash clothes
  • I’m angry when people bitch about the messiness of my car. Fuck off you judgemental bastards
  • I’m angry that I am so vulnerable in front of my doctors
  • I’m angry because Nesh turned out to be a wanker who made fun of me
  • I’m angry that my husband doesn’t want to adventure more
  • I’m angry because my kids make my life difficult
  • I’m angry when I can’t find the remotes
  • I’m angry when I’m cold
  • I’m angry that I’m not as fit as the Big Bird Lady and she also smells great
  • I’m angry that I have to go to work and maintain happy and positive
  • I’m angry I have to lie to people
  • I’m angry that I will never be able to relate to my children
  • I’m angry because I can’t have a conversation with someone about those ‘nice’ times when you were growing up
  • I’m angry that I have convinced myself that I’m not going to grow old
  • I’m angry at my fuck-wit siblings and their fucking bitchiness
  • I’m angry that my parents think they even have a role in Rory and Zali’s life. Quit with the Postman Pat shit. You aren’t helping yourself when you write those narky things in the cards about me. As if I’m going to let my children have your cards and crap
  • I’m angry that I feel like I have to have permission to spend money or to do anything
  • I’m angry that I get worried if I’ve been out too long
  • I’m angry that people shouting makes me shut-down
  • I’m angry when I put on weight
  • I’m angry that I feel like I can never breathe
  • I’m angry that I know the difference between a strangulating and breaking neck knot. I can even point it out in movies
  • I’m angry that I think of killing people as much as I do
  • I’m angry when someone assumes I can just start acting like everyone else
  • I’m angry when people say that thinking about them is letting them win. I know that. I hate myself because of it. Don’t really need validation on that one
  • I’m angry when people say that hurting them won’t make me feel any better. How would they know? It might. Don’t presume to know how much anger I have buried deep down
  • I’m angry that I can’t see when I take my glasses off. I’m really blind. See things in shapes and colours blind
  • I’m angry that I’m a female. Men have a sweet ride. No horrible lady-time and they don’t walk around fearing men. I once heard the quote, men worry that women will laugh at them. Women worry that men will beat them.
  • I’m angry that people younger than I am are more successful
  •  I’m angry that I find it difficult to do more than a couple of things and if I try to do it all I fall in a heap
  • I’m angry Katherine Zeising exists
  • I’m angry I was born into a loveless family. Fuck, I’m angry I was born
  • I’m angry at that fucking antique fucking leather lounge. I’d really like to burn that fucking thing
  • I’m angry that my little brother seems miserable
  • I’m angry that I can’t do anything about it. No court would let me have him over guardians that seem to have their shit together
  • I’m angry that my mother thinks that an appropriate santa gift is a fucking weight-loss belt for my little brother
  • I’m angry that I when I see my reflection
  • I’m angry when I hear my own voice
  • I’m angry when I analyse my own thoughts
  • I’m angry that people leave me
  • I’m angry that people lie tome
  • I’m angry that I’m never good enough
  • I’m angry that I look like my mother
  • I’m angry when I think about my other brother. I fucking hate him and want to attack him with a fucking axe. He is turning into the perfect little heartless bastard that my parents would be proud of
  • I’m angry that my eldest sister is such a fucking princess. Yes, we all know you have three children. We all know that they are perfect and that you are perfect. What you don’t know though is that nobody fucking cares about receiving a (no, three) newsletter in the first person of whatever stupid kid it is
  • I’m angry that my other sister has settled into the life that they want her to have. She is a gossiping, drunk.
  • I’m angry my father hasn’t drunk himself to death. Why do the mean old bastards have to live forever
  • I’m angry at every single word that has ever comes out of their mouths
  • I’m angry that I’m that invisible girl that is always in the way
  • I’m angry at all the times I’ve been scared of members of my own family
  • I’m angry that I have tricked myself into believing there was a happy end place
  • I’m angry at that court-approved councillor who used to text, make phone calls and forget my name
  • I’m angry that this isn’t even all the angry I am

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