Today is whatever

Ya, all those words still floating in my head, all the negative stuff i just dont really have time for.

I always knew kids are cruel, but as a grown adult, it still hurts me and i need to figure out why.

I know I’m not the words people say to me, and they say things to me to get a reaction from me, but instead I let my heart bleed over

it. And they really don’t know me, and that’s what I’ve been told for as long as i can remember, just ignore it.

I cant.  To use my accident as a child, with brain injuries, against me almost 38 years later, YA.

No. You don’t get to pick on me for any of that. WHO does this shit?

Do you have any idea what i went through? I had to relearn everything, how to walk, talk, everything, all over again.

NAH. Out with that shit. I’m 44 year old. this shit happened when i was 8 and it was absolutely not my fault.

And neither was all the crazy people that picked on me for looking different or being extra.

Right now, I feel like that kid in school, at her desk, while people around me didn’t want me around them because i looked different, walked different and needed to tease me for it.

extra attention and couldn’t do the fucking stuff they could as a kid, because of it.

NAH. I can now. it took me years of all kinds of therapy to get over all of it! Multiple doctors visits, its no way to live.

But I AM STILL HERE.

This was yesterday…