The sick twisted sense of entitlement that lifts them up and fills their fourth glass of wine for the night. The cars, the homes, the yard..that someone else takes care of.
The children, the pets…that someone else watches while they party with friends, go on cruises, take vacations.
The boosting, the one upping, the disgusting sadness they know they all hold deep down inside, just masked by a bottle and more useless consuming.
And the truly sad thing is, they don’t even realize it. They don’t realize what shitbags they really are. They have no compassion.
They have countless credit cards, rolling bank accounts, fancy cars, expensive clothes, and a poor outlook on anyone beneath them.
They suck you up, accept you how they want to accept you, and spit you right back out. And it’s fucked up.
Because living here, you actually think you might have a chance of finicial survival, but you don’t. It’s stagnant.
And it’s stagnant because the wrong people are running the area and the normal people who have hopes and dreams, the ones who struggle everyday, have no say. It’s all a fucking shit show.