Daily Battles in My Life

I'm always fighting myself.

Every day.

I always have to fight the negative trying to surface inside me.

Every fucking day, things get harder.

Do I complain?

FUCK yes.

Of course I'm gonna complain.

I am sick and tired of all the pain, negativity, negative feelings, and everything else inside me.

I especially hate my self-hatred.

But you know what?

I keep fuckin' fighting.

Y'know why?

'Cause I'm not about to let all those things win and have their way with me, with my LIFE.

Just because I hate everything about my life--the expectations, the bitching, the yelling, the people I hate--doesn't mean I'm going to give up. 

I have found reason to live each and every day.

Certain people keep me going.

Certain activities.

My pets.

Any animals.

Cute little kids.

Some of my relatives.

I'm not gonna stop fighting until I lose all that.

And y'know what?

Even then, I likely won't stop fighting.

Instead, I'll be fighting to get everything back.

I refuse to let the bad in my life win over me.

And you know what?

You shouldn't either.