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I'm so bad at this updating thing. But here's the basic rundown:
-I hate myself, for what reasons other than I'm fat I don't know.
-Ariana and Mike are forever getting on my nerves. For one reason or another, their entire relationship just bothers me. She's turning to Jessica. She seems to be full of herself now.
-My job sucks, I can't seem to get more hours. I need the money and yet it's not happening.
-Target still won't give Shane the fucking time of day for hours until he gets a photo ID, which became stolen at Killfeather's house oh so long ago, and no one knows where it could have gone. Yeah fucking right. But he needs money to pay for it. Guess where that's coming from? Yup. Like his uniform, and groceries. Honestly I don't mind, but I mean. I have no money. Ever. Forever. I need to quit the arcade and work at the new retail store. You get 30% off. And it's like $8.75 an hour instead of the fucking $7.50 I get at the arcade.
So right now I hate everyone and everything.
I smoked. It was okay. Nothing to report home about.
I love Shane though. More than anything, and I wish my relationship with my "friends" wasn't going down the drain.
There are just some people out there who don't deserve to even be alive. She's such a whore, and he's such a pushover. It's sad, but there's nothing I can do.
Egh.
*headdesk*
My life is just going down a whole, I swear.
I realized my diabetes is out of control.
My circulation is horrible. And I'm just killing myself.
I need to do better. But I need help. I need someone to help me.
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I need to go to the doctor, it's been almost two years, I used to go every 3 months. WTF man.
BAI.