Felt this post in my soul. This some real shyt.
shyt comes from a real place, unfortunately. And while I'm normally the type to keep my burdens to myself while shouldering that of others, this thread spoke to me and what I'm going through currently and I just had to take a deep breath and vent. I'mma be ok, though.
You literally sound exactly how I feel about everything.
Its like, a part of me doesn't want to drink anymore but it's literally all I have that makes me feel good temporarily.
Im smoking cigs almost daily (weed is always complicated to get for some reason),
Im starting to feel like people just be using me. Can't even wakeup without a text of someone asking me for shyt or to do shyt that is an inconvenience to me.
Then every chick seems to let me know they want to do shyt when I'm no longer in the around...
I wouldn't even mind being deployed somewhere right now.
Breh, you practically my doppleganger at this point in terms of the shyt we goin' through and we either got to meet up to shoot a to the death fair one or agree to live on different side of the globe lest we cancel each other out.
The red bolded is another current aspect of my life that has me thoroughly pissed off 'cause it's like folk only know me when they want shyt done or to borrow money for fukk that don't ever pan out the way they write it up when they got they sales pitches going and to top it off, what little money I'm getting currently, going in to trying to hold me and my shyt down, but it's like nobody ain't seeing that shyt and still steady rolling up on me with they fukking hands out, it's sickening.
It's to the point where I've stopped answering my phone when certain folk call, only to get a call from an unknown number or a blocked number 'cause they trying to fish and see if I'm ignoring 'em; makes me kinda mad that I got a phone 'cause I was so against these shyts around the Blackberry days when Instant Messenger and Email were popping.
Now while I ain't exactly lonely I'd be lying if I said I didn't want a female to lay on, get my ear rubbed/bitten and and just slip off to sleep ensconced in intimate comfort and wake up to someone that understands or willing to do so in my corner, but I know I will not find that (again, had it and lost/threw it away too many times, maybe this is penance?) while being tethered here by all these familial obligations I'm dealing with, the issues I'm having with my fam and these folks and how increasingly annoyed I am with most everyone and everything around me since they annoyed with me when I got to raise my voice over how I'm being treated, used and perceived more than half the time.
I'm an expert at keeping to myself, and like you, I'm often the shoulder folks come to cry and whinge to, so it ain't like as if I've established the need to want to be hugged/consoled by other folk, and I know that, but even common courtesy such as "I care" or "I got you, homey." on some genuine shyt short of one or two friends be really got me out here like "And we supposed to be family?" when I look at alot of people I done woke up earlier than Jesus to help, folk I done slipped money out of hiding places I ain't supposed to touch to help, folk I done had to do dirt for, help cover up dirt with, help dig (sometimes literally
) and all kind of other mental/labour intensive shyt and just get a passing "Ah, yeah, thanks." in the moment type shyt ass response.
That's why I'm lowkey glad I found weed later on in life (Be around weed for two decades and finally learn how to inhale at 30 brehs.
) 'cause I'd prolly turn to abusing rather than experimenting with Hallucinogens like I normally do when I'm on vacation and have enough free time to get high, enjoy myself and come down without having to be put DIRECTLY back into the grind or any stress. It's to the point where I feel like a junkie waiting for the weekend to come so I can turn off my phone, spark up and just lay back in my smoke spot in the bushes, hit play on whatever playlist I made and just escape in music and high thoughts and just chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil.
Escapism, I know, but fukk it, don't we all need a break?