This is not the time to be trying to raise your voice at me.
This is not the time to get upset with me.
This is not the time to tell me about your problems.
This is not the time to tell me you feel wronged and cheated.
This is certainly not the time to tell me how bad things are for you.
And this is certainly not the time to blame me for not being able to rectify all of your problems.
I am the wrong person to be trying to take your frustrations out on.
I am tired of listening to people tell me how awful things are in their lives and yet are not willing to do the things necessary to change it. There are people suffering from life threatening issues and yet some of us feel that our lives are so terrible that it warrants complaining so damn much all the time. There is no need to go into a phase of depression and self loathing. Take some bloody responsibility for the position you’re in in your own life! And for crying out loud stop blaming everyone and everything that could have played a minuscule role in your oh so tormented life.
Now I am NOT saying you should stop complaining. I complain all the time. Heck, I’m complaining right now. It helps relieve stress and let go of frustrations. However, believe in yourself enough to know that you can do something about your situation. Give yourself some credit and understand that nothing is beyond your reach of rectifying. And for crying out loud have enough pride in yourself to know that regardless of who or what put you in your abysmal situation that you can get yourself out of it.
Now, if you don’t have enough faith in yourself to take responsibility for your position in life than I have a few suggestions for you: (1) go to www.projectmichelle.com and leave a comment on her blog telling her your problems. She can’t get out much these days so I’m sure she’d like to read about your depressing life issues. (2) If you are in the SF Bay Area check out a Winter Charity Ball “A Cause to Remember”. (3) send a holiday card to Children International, 2000 East Red Bridge Road, P.O. Box 219055, Kansas City, MO 64121 and let them know that you’d love to help but you can’t afford $22 a month because your life is far more worse than the starving children in poverty stricken countries.
I get it. A lot of us are going through shitty times. But we are smart enough and strong enough to get through it and become better off. Have faith in yourself.

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