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I'm sick of not having a bedroom.
I'm sick of sleeping on couches and loveseats and reclining chairs and the floor.
I'm sick of not having my uncle.
I'm sick of crying in bathrooms because there's no where else to go.
I'm sick of having to deal with some of the greatest people in my life leaving in a month.
I'm sick of not getting to sleep until three in the morning and then having to get up for work three hours later.
I'm sick of half my belongings getting destroyed from weekly floods.
I'm sick of mold in my basement.
I'm sick of not being able to play euchre and cribbage and hand and foot.
I'm sick of having no control over my feelings.
I'm sick of this health problem that gets worse and worse the more I treat it.
I wish that I could be sick and tired of things that I have control over (instead of everyone going to college and the drains being clogged and us not having enough money to buy anything more than food). It's not that I don't know how to fix it or deal with it; it's that there's no solution right now.
I really, really wanted this to be a good summer. A fantastic good-bye to my childhood. Instead, this is the worst period of my life ever. Son of a bitch. Can't win.
I'm sick of sleeping on couches and loveseats and reclining chairs and the floor.
I'm sick of not having my uncle.
I'm sick of crying in bathrooms because there's no where else to go.
I'm sick of having to deal with some of the greatest people in my life leaving in a month.
I'm sick of not getting to sleep until three in the morning and then having to get up for work three hours later.
I'm sick of half my belongings getting destroyed from weekly floods.
I'm sick of mold in my basement.
I'm sick of not being able to play euchre and cribbage and hand and foot.
I'm sick of having no control over my feelings.
I'm sick of this health problem that gets worse and worse the more I treat it.
I wish that I could be sick and tired of things that I have control over (instead of everyone going to college and the drains being clogged and us not having enough money to buy anything more than food). It's not that I don't know how to fix it or deal with it; it's that there's no solution right now.
I really, really wanted this to be a good summer. A fantastic good-bye to my childhood. Instead, this is the worst period of my life ever. Son of a bitch. Can't win.