Another shit day. It’s pretty much all shit days at this point. Whoever said exercise helps with this shit was lying because it’s not fucking working. Nothing ever does. I don’t know what the fuck else I’m supposed to do. I’m eating better, I’m working out, I’m going to therapy, I just can’t press the magic button that makes me just have some bullshit positive outlook because there’s nothing to be positive about. I’m stuck in a shit job, paid too much for a shitty house that I’m still sharing with my shitty jobless husband, still stuck with my dumbass shitty face, still dealing with all my shitty health problems, still possed off at my shitty family who’d be better off without me. The only good things are the damn cats, which is just the road to being a shitty stereotype.
I don’t get how anyone gets out of this. Everyone makes it sound so easy. Oh just ignore reality and be a happy dumbass and pretend everything’s just fucking fine. Everything sucks but it’ll all be fixed with the power of just fucking smiling. Horseshit.