SO GOD
well the dmv fucked up and sent some kind of paper work that i need to have my doctor fill out and then send into them to my moms house. so my mom forgot about me and told me like three days ago. ya thanks. so my sister droped it off today. now i have 2 days to do all of this. i had a month. but its not important to my parents if i have a license or not. im thinking about giving up. why not. just dont do it. dont show up at work tomorrow. and dont show for my second chance for school on wed. then i can be fucked from all sides and give up and go back to live with my mom. ya whoo hooo fucking fun. but why not then i can go back to being the lone person sitting in a room allday just thinking about how much my life sucks.
now i can stop feeling sorry for myslef bite the bullet and try hard as hell to meet this deadline. and when i dont meet it for some odd reason like some one says oh you cant do it this way and oh your fucked.
today i told pat the store director that i want more hours...he made some wise crack about me being sick and all the shit thats happend to me in the last few months. then i replyed with i want a hundred hours a week. he told me id get more.
my neck hurts so bad i dont know whats wrong with it. FUCK THIS BODY its always broken. something is always wrong with me. and im so tired now. just want to give up. thats all ive wanted to do now for some time. but i cant just get up...get going. try to get out of bed with as little pain as possible. but it always ends up being a chore. fucking ribs they hurt so bad. i have to talke stupid pills from the doctor for pain and to help me get better. and i have to swallow like 4/5 pain pills just so half an hour latter i can move around with a dull pain in my sides. god i wish this had killed me. it would have been so much better. thats all i think about now. is how much better everything and everyone would have been. but oh well we cant always have what we want now can we. im living prof. have fun guys im not.
now i can stop feeling sorry for myslef bite the bullet and try hard as hell to meet this deadline. and when i dont meet it for some odd reason like some one says oh you cant do it this way and oh your fucked.
today i told pat the store director that i want more hours...he made some wise crack about me being sick and all the shit thats happend to me in the last few months. then i replyed with i want a hundred hours a week. he told me id get more.
my neck hurts so bad i dont know whats wrong with it. FUCK THIS BODY its always broken. something is always wrong with me. and im so tired now. just want to give up. thats all ive wanted to do now for some time. but i cant just get up...get going. try to get out of bed with as little pain as possible. but it always ends up being a chore. fucking ribs they hurt so bad. i have to talke stupid pills from the doctor for pain and to help me get better. and i have to swallow like 4/5 pain pills just so half an hour latter i can move around with a dull pain in my sides. god i wish this had killed me. it would have been so much better. thats all i think about now. is how much better everything and everyone would have been. but oh well we cant always have what we want now can we. im living prof. have fun guys im not.