I hate my life

I hate that you expect me to just look after your daughter and be happy that you pay my bills

I hate that every time I try to be affectionate or ask for it I’m a “weirdo”

I hate that when I talk to you you only hear what you what to hear or that I’m always too loud

I hate your child. She’s rude and stupid and plays stupid little games to make me look like the bad guy and you don’t listen to me when I tell you

I hate that I’m on the couch crying writing all this thinking I’d rather be dead or I should just pack up and leave tomorrow while your at work and your just in bed sleeping not caring about me at all

I hate that I want to go into the bedroom and scream at you to love me but I know nothing will ever get you too

I hate that I’m too weak to walk away