Post by jake on Nov 10, 2010 6:30:39 GMT -5
jake patch diviney.
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im a single father, but that aint the least of my worries, the bills are due and i aint got the cash to spare, yeah i'm a fighter. but it pays fucking good. i need the money to help out my baby. the bitch left me when she was born, just this bundle on my stoop when i woke one morning. i was shocked, lemme tell you that. i couldn't believe she'd sink so low as to ditch our kid and me at the same time. fucking bitch. my dad did the same thing, i dunno if its just my bad luck, but the fucker ditched my mom when i was fourteen and i aint never seen the fucker again. ma was heartbroken of course, and i was in that rebellious stage - that stage that hasnt seemed to right itself - so i really didn't give a fuck. all i knew was i wanted the fucker dead. got in so many fucking fights that year, really needed to vent my anger and i took it out on most of the school. thats when coach noticed my nice backfist and called me into his office. telling me i needed to get some training down cause i could make an awesome fighter one day. hell, here i am and i'm not even sure its the best thing i can do for mia but i can't think of anything else that's gonna bring in the money for her.
we live in this shitty little apartment on the wrong side of the tracks with hardly any food in the fucking fridge let alone a heater that'll get us through the winter. it's gonna be another arduous fucking winter i can tell you that. but i'm making do, i gotta get through college, that's what i'm focusing on - get through that shit hole and i can get a real job to support my baby. shes coming up to two years old now and i dunno how i'm even managing to afford day care. she needs it though, i cant fight and go to college at the same time. not with her being alone, she can't come along either, so day cares pretty much the major expense. i feel pretty much fucked, i know i'm never gonna have the right life to support her with despite how much i try and how hard i work for the money i earn. its never gonna be enough, she deserves the best and thats what i want to give her. but sometimes i wonder if theres anymore i can do to help her out.
i dont date, fuck it, really. i aint taking the chance that some sluts gonna fuck over me and my baby again, so i dont date. i screw around though, i'm a lot more cautious. i dun wanna bring another baby into this world, not after the bullshit some of the people have put me through, and i dun have the money to pay child support. so i'm not thinking about kids at all. mias my world, and thats the only person im ever gonna think about. fuck the rest. i dont see the point in friends either, i mean theres a few mates and all but no one that fucking matters to me. i couldn't care if they disappeared off the face of the planet, wouldn't phase me in the slightest, all i gotta say about people, is they're all fucked and i don't give a flying fuck what they think about me, they dun matter and neither do their warped fucking ideas and opinions. what more can i say? im betting you get the picture, i aint a saint, and i aint a sinner, i got my own things to worry about rather than what you fuckers think.
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