My Crappy Shoes.
Eh. So, yesterday was horrifying. I forgot everything to my name my tennis shoes, my purse, my bc...it's a huge mess. Okay? I was told to tell my work that I had food poisoning and instead of lying I told them I didnt have the shoes. This is thier reply...Find some shoes, Come in. I've already tried damn near everything to get my shoes. So, I guess I'm going to get fired. Now, everything is perfect. Work= 1 week. Over. Boyfriend= 2month. Hm. He stresses me out...So so bad. He's calling his mom to see if shell bring my shoes and she already said she would last night just at like 5:30-6ish...its 8am in the morning. I guess I'm just some little puppet. Do as everyone else says. Serve everyone to the best of your ability and then at the end of the day let them spit on you. I'm sick. I'm really starting to lose myself in all of this. I don't care if I get fired. Just another mediocre job right, Brandon? Hm. I didn't mean anything by that, but I guess I'm using it against him OH, and now im sinning because im typing on here. Great. He wants to break up with me. Yeah. "If you want to break up with me go ahead itd be the perfect ending to my shittty little life" "Perfect ending, huh?" Yeah, he so doesn't care. But, no one ever does. Have I ever dated someone that did care? No, I havent. Not about me anyways only about themselves. Selfish Moronic Pricks.