is she still just full of shit?
im so happy, but i am drained as hell. im tired. im sick all the time. i dont know what to do.
and apparently (according to wells fargo)i am laundering money through my bank account to help the terrorists. but im NOT, they just decided to say that so they could put a "hard-hold" on my bank account.
well, thanks.
thank you, wells fargo, for driving me up the damn walls.
id like my $700 back now........\\
wtf.
so, im going to bitch for a second.
im miraculously losing weight for no reason,
im sick all of the time,
i have no ativan. i ditch my friends to go home and cry.
i have giant bags under my eyes (thank god i work with makeup and hair),
i cant sleep for more than 2 concurrent hours,
my bank thinks im trying to help the terrorists,
my account is frozen therefore i am broke and cant be un-hungry.
im HUNGRY,
my mother hates me,
spent my savings and has the nerve to pick fights with me about money and college.
i can barely stand to look at myself more than once daily,
i miss my best friend.
.
.
.
and now im going to un- bitch.
i have a job and get a paycheck.
the friends i didnt fuck up are great.
i have an aunt and a cousin who love me.
im not all fucked up because of drugs or alcohol.
i am becoming more and more rational on the daily.
i can still think and talk for myself.
i can still walk, see, and hear.
i can still learn.
i can still write and draw and take pictures.
i still have morals.
im starting to care a little bit about myself.
im starting to care less about the "should-have" and the "what-if"
and more about the "WHAT IS."
i can still laugh.
i can still smile.
this is really. really. hard for me.
im okay.
i just gotta keep moving.
and apparently (according to wells fargo)i am laundering money through my bank account to help the terrorists. but im NOT, they just decided to say that so they could put a "hard-hold" on my bank account.
well, thanks.
thank you, wells fargo, for driving me up the damn walls.
id like my $700 back now........\\
wtf.
so, im going to bitch for a second.
im miraculously losing weight for no reason,
im sick all of the time,
i have no ativan. i ditch my friends to go home and cry.
i have giant bags under my eyes (thank god i work with makeup and hair),
i cant sleep for more than 2 concurrent hours,
my bank thinks im trying to help the terrorists,
my account is frozen therefore i am broke and cant be un-hungry.
im HUNGRY,
my mother hates me,
spent my savings and has the nerve to pick fights with me about money and college.
i can barely stand to look at myself more than once daily,
i miss my best friend.
.
.
.
and now im going to un- bitch.
i have a job and get a paycheck.
the friends i didnt fuck up are great.
i have an aunt and a cousin who love me.
im not all fucked up because of drugs or alcohol.
i am becoming more and more rational on the daily.
i can still think and talk for myself.
i can still walk, see, and hear.
i can still learn.
i can still write and draw and take pictures.
i still have morals.
im starting to care a little bit about myself.
im starting to care less about the "should-have" and the "what-if"
and more about the "WHAT IS."
i can still laugh.
i can still smile.
this is really. really. hard for me.
im okay.
i just gotta keep moving.