To all the people I "love" who can't even bother to be there for me when I do the thing I have been dreaming of for most of my adult life....fuck you. No more birthdays, babysitting, get well cards, errands, sympathetic ears, donations of time, effort or money....fuck the lot of you. Next time you need me for the smallest thing in the world, just remember that I have been there for the toughest and hardest things in the world for you ungrateful fucks and you did not bother to make time for the one thing that I have trained and worked my ass off for and barely dared to dream could happen. Eat me.
|running away from all of you|