The Grind and I don't mean coffee

I know I'm sounding like a sniveling bitch. It just seems like the day to day crap I've got to put up with gets just damn oppressive. They are down my throat and up my ass. Boy does that sound sick or what. I know that it has been my choice to end up where I'm at by all of my past decisions. What a shit hole it is sometimes. Can't take any of it back. Grind me into the ground why don't you.