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My Own Private Hell.

If you're going through hell, keep going

I almost wonder if sometimes the reason i let the world pass me by and get comfortable with the status quo is because every time i try and do something fucking proactive it seems like the walls close in on me.. dealing with these so called professionals and idiots really pisses me off, playing games and using the doubletalk is fucking annoying.. I've worked in the same walls you have, I have dealt with the same ethics you do.. but telling me that i need to deal with a lawyer for my own personal situation when i am unfucking represented in is starting to become a fucking piss off... the thirty peices of silver was paid and a pint of blood.. I have a battle to fight and I am sick of getting fucking brick walls from fucking so called professionals... there's a reason i have a dislike of authority and there is/was a reason i held myself to a higher standard when i was amongst you... of course, the higher the standard the farther the fall..I am sitting here with my hands in the dirt trying to battle back from the edges of hell but it seems like every time i get a little close or i have any movement or leverage in my life, in my war.. i get told by the systems of control in the matrix to stay where I am and let the fucking professionals take care of it... Wrong.. it's my and my son's life only.. I'll take the fucking reins and direct them where they may go.. if their are any more bullshit i'll fucking tear into you with furious anger and unapolgetic fury... that's what this world and these professionals and their system of control has made me... I am a rabid beast and a Wild dog but i am only trying to protect my pup... I wish these idiots could see that.

Current Mood: Angrier.
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

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