I have been met with criticism for my decisions. Done things that were not perfect, however no one is always.
Yes, I am aware, I use men for my own personal pleasure. Men who I don’t have feelings for.
But telling me I need to have self respect when you have your own problems you blatantly ignore is not only hypocritical, it’s laughable.
I am, at the least, aware of my shortcomings. I know that I find comfort in the arms of men I have no intentions of staying with. I know I’ve done it for a long time – it’s not a new flaw, it’s hardly even unique.
But I do it.
Some people pop Xanax, others steal, some harm themselves physically.
I just fuck men who say they love me. Even when I know they don’t. Especially when I know I don’t. They tell me it’s the best they’ve ever had, and I know they’re just saying that to get me to do it again. They say that it was incredible, but let’s be honest – neither of us really thought so. I’ve only had sex with someone more than once with one guy, and I think it was because he was the most desperate.
Everyone who inserts their opinions into my life without me asking seems to think I do it because I have no self esteem or standards or whatever – but the truth is, I find it empowering to know that at the drop of a hat all of these guys would do just about anything for me.
They have never been given the chance to by a girl before, and I gave them something, I saw something in them that made them believe in them self.
Many just think I have no standards, but the truth is, things are a lot deeper than that. I love the power.
But I diverted from my original topic, feeling like people are hypocritical for judging me for my issues when they know they have their own kryptonite and yet choose to judge me. Tell me that I’m insecure, when they are. Say that I need to pull myself together when they can’t afford their own bills. My mom tells me that I need to work harder, do more, when she is totally failing to do her job as my parent.
When will people realize I’m doing everything alone? That I wasn’t handed life on a silver platter and have had to work about twice as hard for everything I’ve got, including my fucking health.
I have issues some people will never even know exist, and yet they tell me how to live my life.
They can fuck off.
I’m doing the best that I fucking can, and since they have never had to live a day in my life, it’s best for me to just ignore it.
I’m exhausted, broke, can’t even relax because I have this problem where it feels like I constantly have to be doing something so I don’t fail.
I have assignments I have to do, but no more motivation. I know I have to work most of this weekend, but I don’t want to wash my work clothes. I want to lay in bed and cry, but even that pleasure cannot be enjoyed.
Nothing is satisfying.