acheron

"you've nothing to lose by taking this man to court. even if you lost the case, you'd be no worse off than you are now"

and i guess that's the beauty of it, when you're small and a large entity is trying to step on you. welcome to america. this is your initiation rite.

my ex-roommates have stabbed me in the back, now refusing to acknowlege the oral agreement which released me. but that's ok. because they're disgusting. they were too weak to take a stand against aimee way back when i wanted to do something about her behavior and they're too weak to do anything that requires strength or honesty or honorability now. why should i expect that of them? they are the disgusting worms that make up this fine nation and point to people like my bobsha and my jajo and call them thieves and unamerican. you sicken me. i hope you die. a shameful, pathetic death for shameful immoral dishonest pieces of garbage.

and that is the difference between me and my roommates. i was born in a garbage heap and i have spent my life clawing climbing straining myself to rise above the shitpile i was born into, to be something more. but when you let your parents make your decisions, when it's all grandmama's money, and when you will never have to fear about the chances of you having a roof over your head--you have no proper built in sense of disgust for garbage. moral character is unimportant, because you see it as what pays your rent. but some day, those of us born of snot and spit and rape will take you down. it's the trailer trash rage. and though i may be small, some day, i promise you, i will be signing your paychecks. i will be better than you. and YOU WILL KNOW IT.