Ugh. Blugh.
Weining myself off of: Zoloft, Cigarettes, and Caffiene is no bueno. I mean I know it needs to be done, but its a lot of work. Its making me feel even more tired then I actually am. I just want to sleep for days. I honestly feel so exhausted, I don't even know how I am typing right now. This insurance situation is stressing me out to the point of no return. Mike and I can't handle 10,000 in hospital bills. I need to get to a doctor fairly soon as well. Ugh. I am going to get Krysta from the airport.
I just wanted to explode for a minute.
I just wanted to explode for a minute.