seriously, is it that hard?
to get some fucking empathy around here?

whenever anyone else gets a namby pamby little scrape or a bruise, everyone fusses around them like it's the end of the world.

regular "have you reapplied dettol on the wound? let me help."

and plenty of "oh it's OK, I'll help you get it, take care of that bruise/cut"

fucking shit.

i have a 5 cm cut stretching down the sole of my foot.

and that's only because i stood in the huge downpour for fucking ages
to help shade you from the rain whilst you were changing the fucking tires.

soaked as in the staying in a warm bath for ages until your skin turns wrinkly kind of soaked.

if not why would i get such a fucking deep cut.

this is probably nothing compared to those of you out there who self harm/cut.

but fucking shit. at least can't someone actually bother to care enough to ask if i'm alright?

other than fucking complaining about all the things that i'm not doing because i can't even hobble anywhere without the help of a fucking umbrella?

and guess what, i'm still effing doing the dishes/ cleaning out the fridge and doing my chores.

you know like any and every time any of you guys are ill at least i make it a point to ask you guys if you're ok?

and never, have a i ever commented that it's "just a small cut, we've had worse, stop making a fuss."

shit. all i'm asking for is a " are you ok?"
3 fucking words.
is it that hard?

yeah. course it is, cause you don't fucking care.

i lost 5 pounds during "Recovery". and you can't/ don't even notice because you're too caught up over the ants in our house.

this is such a whiny rant, but you know, it'd just be nice to know that someone actually cared.

for once.

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