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I seriously aren't in a good place right now.
I have to attend occupational therapy by myself on Monday and i feel sick. My dad offered to drive me there, but that's going to be worse. There's no pacing around and around to lessen anxiety when you're dropped off directly outside the building. My brother has used up all the ink in my printer, yet again, and he says "oh you've run out?", i say "yes, it seems it" and he says "Well.. i really need the printer to have ink. Tonight really."
I hate it. He expects me to go out and get more ink.
1. i have no income, no job, ink is bloody expensive for my crap printer. (he has money, a student loan left *to spend on his course* which he obviously isn't.. ink is towards his course work.. i don't even use the bloody printer anymore, he always does.)
2. Me + Walking the 7 miles to the store + anxiety of having to actually deal with it = nightmare.
Why am i even complaining about it, i know i'll have to do it either way. I hate being used all the time. I can't just say "buy it yourself" because i know he won't even bother - even though he has a car to drive even. He's too busy being a student/being a lazy bum playing games/being with his girlfriend. Me? i just have my eating disorder to nurture.
Lifes so much fun. Fun.
I have to attend occupational therapy by myself on Monday and i feel sick. My dad offered to drive me there, but that's going to be worse. There's no pacing around and around to lessen anxiety when you're dropped off directly outside the building. My brother has used up all the ink in my printer, yet again, and he says "oh you've run out?", i say "yes, it seems it" and he says "Well.. i really need the printer to have ink. Tonight really."
I hate it. He expects me to go out and get more ink.
1. i have no income, no job, ink is bloody expensive for my crap printer. (he has money, a student loan left *to spend on his course* which he obviously isn't.. ink is towards his course work.. i don't even use the bloody printer anymore, he always does.)
2. Me + Walking the 7 miles to the store + anxiety of having to actually deal with it = nightmare.
Why am i even complaining about it, i know i'll have to do it either way. I hate being used all the time. I can't just say "buy it yourself" because i know he won't even bother - even though he has a car to drive even. He's too busy being a student/being a lazy bum playing games/being with his girlfriend. Me? i just have my eating disorder to nurture.
Lifes so much fun. Fun.