somebody kill me
where to begin... shit. well, i have no money and i am actually in debt. about $600 worth. i havent been able to buy food in two weeks. i hate money so much. how am i supposed to survive when i work and go to school everyday, but still never have enough? i am so tired. i am so bored of worrying myself sick everyday. my distraction box still sucks. my land lady is threatening me with fucking fees since the mail failed to deliver my check. thanks for adding another problem, you piece of shit mail system!!! i am also late with my stupid computer class assignment. i actually had to spend $40 on a book that is for retards. i have to make shit in word, excel, and pp and shit. four fucking assignments for forty fucking dollars. i think i might beat my teacher to death with that damned book. and the fucking icing on the shit pile that is my life is... the book fucking smells like cat piss!!!!!!!! god i hate everything. if that acc bookstore doesnt take that book back monday, you might see me on the evening news, munching on some cop's face, the store clerk lying there, pens protruding from all the holes i put in him. and another problem is, i havent had my period in awhile.... i dont keep track of it, but it seems like awhile. abortions are expensive. at least they arent long and painful, like an actual child would be. why must judd's guns call to me in my sleep? hold me.... just hold me, cassie.... SHUT UP!!! FOUL TEMPTRESSES!!! the sks in particular, with its 30 round banana clip.... and we have never even gotten to shoot it!!! we would have to get a ride to some boring shooting place and pay to shoot at a wall. fuck fuck fuck that. judd has begun to decorate all of our lighters with zip ties. it actually worries me. my teeth are rotting away. and i am so tense all the time that i can barely open my mouth. i am starving and i cant eat without putting myself in pain. oh well... i will eat tomorrow. jody is taking me to spend my last $30 on my saviour. my green, head ache inducing, forget-it-all saviour. speaking of him/her, i need to go pray.... and shit.