The years I spent in school, studying. The years I spent working, always at or within a few dollars of minimum wage.
All of that was difficult, and is much more the truth about me than my sad, past love life that these jackals never stop picking over and reciting to try to justify their treatment of me.
I am persecuted by people who have and have always had easy lives. They think nothing of making my life harder; they don't know what a hard life is, they all think that they have a comprehensive list of sins that I committed for which I was never punished, and they always want to hear about more of those.
They don't know what fucking vermin they all are.
Copyright L. Kochman, November 11, 2014 @ 1:49 p.m.
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