Friday can't be sooner
I've been working too much, I fear that my caffine addiction was sparked by more than one double in one week. I really am losing my mind there. The more that i do to try and help out, the more it seems as if i'm being fucked up the ass. I stopped doing the good-bye brigade, and i felt bad that carrie didn't have a good-bye, or whoever else has left recently, but i'm tired of spending money while doing nice things for people, and without a thank-you.
ANother example,
I took my younger brother to a party on Sunday nite, and i let him drink, and took his little friends home, but he is like 6'1" and way more than 140lbs. Trying to wheel him down a muddy path wasen't fun, but thanks to a random joel, (that's his name?) well, pains were eased. But the next morning, after cleaning up after him, and taking his little friends home, yuck, no, "thanks sam," not a word to me.
And then my mother.
She digs into my ass, and then wonders why today of all days to really have her lay into me about why her house isn't clean,and how shitty she feels, (my dad gave her his cold), why today i can't exactly exchange pleasentrys, "what excuse do have to be so bitchy" well, i haven't slept in for 2 weeks, and can't sleep at night anymore, and i worry about a boy, and want to make this weekend work-and am worried that everything short of the sky falling is going to happen, because that's my luck thease days, and yes, Colin died today, and lost my balls to call his parents today because i start to cry each time i tried to dial.
THIS SUCKS.
that and i'm pms-ing.
i think that im going after some chocolate and off to find someone to give me a hug.
ANother example,
I took my younger brother to a party on Sunday nite, and i let him drink, and took his little friends home, but he is like 6'1" and way more than 140lbs. Trying to wheel him down a muddy path wasen't fun, but thanks to a random joel, (that's his name?) well, pains were eased. But the next morning, after cleaning up after him, and taking his little friends home, yuck, no, "thanks sam," not a word to me.
And then my mother.
She digs into my ass, and then wonders why today of all days to really have her lay into me about why her house isn't clean,and how shitty she feels, (my dad gave her his cold), why today i can't exactly exchange pleasentrys, "what excuse do have to be so bitchy" well, i haven't slept in for 2 weeks, and can't sleep at night anymore, and i worry about a boy, and want to make this weekend work-and am worried that everything short of the sky falling is going to happen, because that's my luck thease days, and yes, Colin died today, and lost my balls to call his parents today because i start to cry each time i tried to dial.
THIS SUCKS.
that and i'm pms-ing.
i think that im going after some chocolate and off to find someone to give me a hug.