I’m angry. I’m so angry that there are assholes in the world how kill dogs by leaving them in the car while they go into the mall.
I’m angry these assholes get to have 7 children and have 2 die from PNEUMONIA, a completely treatable illness.
I’m so mad that I live in a state where tons of kids are not cared for, where there are thousands of children without a home, yet I haven’t had a single phone call.
I could go on and on.
I read an article today from Jimmy Fallon about hanging on and sticking it out and realizing it will all be okay (thanks for that, Daryl). I’m thankful that came into my sphere of existence, but I’m so blinded by hurt and anger that all I can think is that HIS story, the EVERY ONE ELSE’s story will NEVER be my story.
I probably shouldn’t put this vitriole out into the world, but maybe having this moment shared will help me move past these feelings.