The Growing Hatred Of One

To much to do.
No time.
Need a job,
Need it quick.
Need to pay bills,
No money in the bank.
Boyfriend yelling at me,
"Get a job!"
I can't.
No one will hire me.
I will not work in ff!!!!!!
God damn it!
I am better than that!
Does he care?
He just wants me to get whatever job comes along.
He doesn't care that I am to good for it.
Or I won't do it.
He doesn't give a shit if I work in ff.
I will not.
I refuse.
I hate it here.
I hate it here.
I hate it here.
I hate this fucking prison I am in.
This fucking apartment is my jail.
I am caged here.
I can't do anything.
I don't do anything.
I am his fucking maid.
Not his fucking girlfriend.
I should charge him for the work I do here.
He doesn't do anything.
He doesn't help me.
He sits on his ass all day,
And says "Oh, I'm Tired.
Thanks for dinner, honey."
Well fuck it.
I am sick of it.
I don't want it anymore.
I'm done.
I don't need a fucking thing from him ever again.
I will never ask him for another thing.
I don't want shit from him.

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