"It Gets Better"

I'm as worthless as I was when I was chased out of highschool over 20 years ago because I wanted to be the first person in my family (household and extended) to go to college. Both my parents dropped out of HS. If my grandma wasn't in a rich af tribe back then we wouldn't have been able to get by at all.

Not like I was in her league or we had shit in common. I loved Jackass, her friends thought it was stupid. She had no idea what it was. All I did was skateboard. I had anger/fighting issues, but also a shot at some good ass univerisites and shit. Like, a legit shot if I got over my anger issues because my grades were damn high.

That first day of history class repalys in my head like it was yesterday. She told a jock who was a few desks in front of me that she liked me. The class was set up like:

x - him
x - her

x - me

then conveniently something like

x - her
x - me

and then something like
x x - me
x x
x - her

Fucking shit ruined my life for no reason. She had money. The house I was in was literally falling apart. The backdoor didn't have a step at all and was like 3 ft. off the ground or something stupid. There were tons of issues and the city even kicked everyone out eventually.

My grandma did what she could to get people off my back because we were poor af so I didn't always look poor. Being ndn my dumbass was bullied for every reason under the sun. Then she came along and all of a sudden I became a homogay **** for wanting to go to college and maybe not be poor as fuck.

Yeah, that didn't work out. Even with a degree. Awesome. Thanks.

Over 20 fucking years later. Fucking bullshit. I can program, and professors said I was a damn good one. Doesn't matter though. May as well be fucking homeless but it's all my fault because I don't have a dream or purpose or goal in life or some feminist bullshit. I don't quite entirely remember what that feminist who wanted to work for Greenpeace said word for word. Wasn't exactly having the best day before she came around to remind me how I'm not good enough for anything.

Wasn't even asking for it. Literally just sat on that bus trying to get off campus with my head down. That day was going so poorly before she came along I might've even cried a little. I don't remember. I didn't even try to acknowledge her or anyone's existence. If I were schizo I would've sworn the really bad storm we ended up in was my fault. It wasn't, but one thing I do recall is joking with her as she left. It was hard to see out there, but since she had a plan she'd be fine. I don't think she got what I was saying despite that PR and English degree being similar to a STEM degree in terms of quality and rigor.

Dante had Virgil.
Crazy Horse had Sitting Bull and vice versa.
But all she in all her feminist wisdom needed was a plan.

Definitely not likely a nepo baby thinking she's gonna work for Greenpeace and go to a cheap state university. That's some ivy league school shit. They don't let the unwashed masses into those ivy leagues unless it's for good PR/charity.

Fucking gets better.

And I'm the motherfucking queen of England risen from the fucking grave.

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anonymous Other February 21, 2026 at 10:52 am 0 0