I'm so fed up.
I'm fed up of this.
I'm fed up with work.
I'm fed up with my family.
I'm fed up with how people treat me.
I'm fed up that I can never think of the right thing to say.
I'm fed up with how no-one understands me.
I'm fed up that I'm not how my parents thought I'd turn out.
I'm fed up that my past constantly haunts me.
I'm fed up with how people use me. And shit on me. And act as if they are so much better than me. And have a waaaaaaay better life than me. And have waaaaaaay more money than me. And how they can do THIS and THAT way better than me.
I'm fed up of being broke and broken, crushed and cynical, depressed and disillusioned, lonely and loveless.
I'm fed up of the lies and the stories and the bitching and the betrayal.
I'm fed up of finally believing that this person is different to the last.
But they all turn out the same.
And they all told us that it would be better than this.
They lied.
I'm fed up.
I'm so f**king fed up.
