Not Important
I am stressed beyond belief, trying to stay afloat and keep my bills paid; but it’s not important.
The frustration with the kid not wanting to do anything but make messes for me to clean up, is through the roof; but it's not important.
The disgust at all the laziness, no one wanting to do their jobs or even show up to work, drives me insane; but it’s not important.
The hurt I feel when days go by without hearing from my love, is immeasurable, but it's not important.
I am stressed beyond what is safe for my mental stability with all the shit life keeps throwing at me; but it's not important.
The frustration of being taken advantage of by so many people makes me want to scream; but it’s not important.
The disgust at living with a son who leaves his dirty dishes stacked in his room and refuses to do his laundry because he is mad at me, is driving me insane; but it's not important.
The hurt that grabs me when my insecurities get a grip on me, especially when I am missing my sexy man, is almost unbearable; but it's not important.
I am stressed out so much that my thoughts are even more chaotic, trying to figure out some miracle to make everything okay; but it's not important.
The frustration and worry when the radio silence continues especially when he isn't active on social media either, all but makes me sick; but it's not important.
The disgust I have for people who only use people, only use me then disappear, is becoming more and more obvious; but it’s not important.
The hurt that settles in when my kid finds it amusing to torment me, to cause me to have anxiety attacks, is breaking my heart; but it’s not important.
Whether I am smiling or crying, it doesn't matter because it's not important.
My feelings, my life, my struggles, and my happiness don’t matter because they are not important.
I am not important!
-Angela Stull
