the most vicious cycle
I am always in pain. I'm usually sick. I am either making an appointment with a doctor, whose office refuses to call me back the first three times or disputing a bill. I am on a medication that I hate. I am explaining my illnesses to my mother, who demands every fucking receipt for medications and doesn't understand that she makes my headaches worse. I have a gym membership which I canceled weeks ago that I am still being billed for, and their billing office voice mailbox is full. Tomorrow I will walk in to Golds Gym, and give the person at the desk a heart attack. Give me my fucking money back, or I will sue you. I am moving to a new apartment, but will be charged an additional month's rent at my current place for not giving 20 days notice. Fuck them. The world is full of corporate blood sucking bastards. My mother is insane. My stress level only worsens my conditions in general, but she insists that my independence gives her the right to be a total bitch about money. Everyone should just do their fucking jobs. That's what you get paid for right? To read a letter canceling a service, to respond to phone calls, to make appointments with the doctor I have been referred to. If I had the spare time, I would be writing several more irate letters. At least my name is no longer "Melissa" at the damn clinic. I NEVER CHANGED MY NAME, I NEVER WROTE MY NAME DOWN WRONG, AND I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT.