Apr 11, 2004 16:25
Man if today weren't the crappiest day. I can't even find refuge in the comforts of my own bed anymore. Fine. Fuck you.
I haven't been able to make my body feel better, not with drugs, not with rest, not with food, not with fluids. And I'm thinking I have to do something about this high cholesterol bullshit as well. Whatever. Fuck you.
I've got quite a bit of work to get done for this week. I don't know why teachers are doing this shit to us now. I don't feel like it. Fuck you.
I'd just like to get by without someone getting mad at me. My family, my friends, anyone else. It's always something, even the most minute. 21 new fucking messages. I'm not intentionally trying to make everyone's lives miserable. But I think that's what people want to believe. It's cool, I'll be leaving come August. Sorry for everything. Sorry for being a bad friend. Sorry for being a horrible daughter. Fuck you.