I've busted my back for years, and I have to be held back thus? Is it to much to expect someone, to get off their fucking ass every now and again? If I was in water, I would be drowning; while family smokes a cigarette and drinks a coke in delight. FML. I'm not a mercenary, I don't expect very much out of anyone, but for once in my life, it would be nice to have a little cotton picking help‽
I hardly ask for anything... not even a fucking sliver of food. What do I get? I'm going out of my freaking mind. I think I'm starting to remember what the word love looks like. Both in the sense that's how far you have to be willing to go, to actually love someone, and in the sense, that you can rest assured... your flesh and blood will eventually place you there.
How much time, can you spend trying to solve a problem, while being kept form even lifting a fucking finger towards it... and still hang on to your sanity?