Let's get fucked up and die.
I think I may just throw back a few shots today and spend the day a mess. I don't want to deal with anything. It's hard to restrain myself from telling Heather to stop bitching or to stop being fake or egotistical. She's irritating the piss outta me. I want to be left alone but that's apparently impossible.
I need to go to a doctor but that's not possible either. It's Sunday, there are no doctors open. And all week I am stuck in that hell hole from at least 8:30 to 5:30. Doctors close at 5. And Heaven forbid I need a sick day.
Some days the urge to jump off a bridge is much stronger than others.
I need to go to a doctor but that's not possible either. It's Sunday, there are no doctors open. And all week I am stuck in that hell hole from at least 8:30 to 5:30. Doctors close at 5. And Heaven forbid I need a sick day.
Some days the urge to jump off a bridge is much stronger than others.