I have no one. I’m so sick right now. I can barely walk at times. The doctors don’t know what is wrong yet. Specialist in 2 weeks.
You continue to blow money on booze. Drunk again, obnoxious as ever. You continually try to make me feel guilty for being tired of your shit.
I’m barely sleeping, I have fever and I’m shaking. None of that means anything to you.
I’ve been there for you for years through your chronic illness and yearly hospitalizations. To expect you to be there for me once is just too much.
I’m alone and I have been ever since I met you.