Lack of money for electrolysis made me unhappy today. Knowing that my parents gave me the T that caused hair to grow in the firstt place still makes me angry and very unhappy. Knowing they knew I was unhappy yet did nothing to help me undo what they did to me makes me unhappier still.
Knowing that I have to continue to struggle every day, as if life itself isn't challenge enough, to find my way out of the deepest, darkest hole any woman might imagine, because of what was inflicted on me intentionally, while life keeps going by without me participating, makes me unhappy.
But knowing I have surviived everything I have survived, well, that counts for something, even when I am struggling as I am right now. But at the moment, I am unhappy. It is late, I am alone, I have hair on my face, I feel yucky and unlovable.
Even from the grave, even today, my parents still make me unhappy. I hope they rot. Not a nice thing to say, but that is what I truly feel.
How's that for a bit of darkness, for ya?
Missy