I want to crawl under a rock
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So I hit an absolute low today.
One: my roommate left the heat on all night, so I woke up in a complete sweat. Also my stomach is covered in red scratch marks and eczema. See, my eczema acts up the most whenever I'm in an overly hot environment. I've explained this, and she says that she'll remember to turn it off. The heat's been on all night every night since November started. Yeah. So my stomach and arms are raging with disgusting scars from eczema. Ew.
Two: Fell asleep in class today because I got to sleep late last night. My roommate's boyfriend was over until about one, sleeping. I couldn't unpack from home until one in the fucking morning.
Three a.k.a. the lowest point: I lost my cell phone between leaving class this morning and riding back to my dorm building. Translation: I'm so fucking dead. My parents are already fighting because (a) I came back to my building last night WITHOUT calling her first; (b) my brother has strep; (c)my dog has a slipped disk in her neck, meaning that she can't get up from lying down without yelping out in pain. She's been on various painkillers and dosages of morphine for the last few days.
Someone up there really doesn't like me.
So I hit an absolute low today.
One: my roommate left the heat on all night, so I woke up in a complete sweat. Also my stomach is covered in red scratch marks and eczema. See, my eczema acts up the most whenever I'm in an overly hot environment. I've explained this, and she says that she'll remember to turn it off. The heat's been on all night every night since November started. Yeah. So my stomach and arms are raging with disgusting scars from eczema. Ew.
Two: Fell asleep in class today because I got to sleep late last night. My roommate's boyfriend was over until about one, sleeping. I couldn't unpack from home until one in the fucking morning.
Three a.k.a. the lowest point: I lost my cell phone between leaving class this morning and riding back to my dorm building. Translation: I'm so fucking dead. My parents are already fighting because (a) I came back to my building last night WITHOUT calling her first; (b) my brother has strep; (c)my dog has a slipped disk in her neck, meaning that she can't get up from lying down without yelping out in pain. She's been on various painkillers and dosages of morphine for the last few days.
Someone up there really doesn't like me.