sweet

Oct 15, 2007 08:57

emotional breakdown after killing a bottle of jack saturday night.

i'm sorry to anyone who tried to talk to me about it that i wouldn't let in.

i wanna keep my own foolishness to myself.

i don't know why i'm getting my hopes up for thursday.
i don't know why i bother with alot of things.

my hand is probably broken. i'd go get it checked out but i'm working both jobs today. and i don't feel like sitting in the ER late at night on a monday just to sit and wait till all the people who were watching wrestling at home and tried reinacting things they saw get taken care of before me.

then again. i don't have work tomorrow. i have to be in PK by 11:30.
so if anyone wants to join me at taco bell around 10 then go to the hospital, i could use a buddy to wait with me.

and if my hand isn't broken i'm gonna be pissed. they better at least give me alot of painkillers. i'll just say it hurts more than it does to make sure they do.
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