Grimm's Tale

Fun Fact #104

I get asked on average twenty times a day where I’m from. If I tell the truth, I can look forward too a length and incredibly dull monologue on the various distant relatives from nowhere near there or that one holiday they once took twenty years ago on the other side of the country. If they happen to be from the same country I most certainly must endure a long quiz about where exactly I’m from and so on and so forth until a common denominator is found.

So when people ask where I’m from I tell them I’m from Swaziland and then enjoy the dumbfounded expression on their faces before walking away.

I’m not asking for some kind of dream life. I don’t need a big house, or a fancy car or lots of money. I’ve never asked for a lot nor expected it. But it feels like it never ends, like it never gets better. I was in my second year of college, I wasn’t even eighteen when all this started. Six and half years of complete and utter hell and it never gets better, it just keeps on happening, it never lets up.

All things considering I think I’m holding up pretty fucking well, but seriously? Seriously? I know, I know that it could be worse. There are people out there who have been and are going through worse but for once I wanna be really selfish and say, fuck this shit.

My life is shit it is shit and I don’t want it anymore. If there is something out there, I want you to know that I’ve had it, I’m done and I give up. I’m tired of us all trying to get back on our feet only for shit to hit the fan once more. I’ve had it, I throw in the towel, you won and I’m sitting this one out.

I legit just spent fifteen minutes putting concealer on my neck to hide these fucking love bites. The boy is gonna get it when I see him next. All over his damn neck, right where his students can see ‘em and give him grief. That’ll teach him.