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Tonight I wanna cry and scream
&& let it all out
because I can't handle this anymore.
but I have to go to bed
because I have a 12-7 shift tomorrow at Henry Street which is going to kill me.
I'm used to 2 hour shifts.. at the slowest Subway on earth.
&& now I'm going to work a 7 hour shift, at one of the busiest Subways.
It's big for me.
not to mention I prolly broke my foot tonight
&& can't walk worth a darn.
Everyone that witnessed it kinda sat there waiting for me to cry or something
but I kinda just sat there in shock waiting for some kind of feeling to come back to my foot
which by the way is still lacking and causing me to limp like a mad man.
I haven't ate since the half a peanut butter sandwhich that I had at lunch.
not gonna lie, I've lost a whole 4 more pounds.
Breaking 85 and reaching the unhealthy point
but I'm too sick//depressed to eat anything
because everything makes me sick to my stomach.
I'm pretty sure I bombed the first marking period of this year...
like bad.
Senioritis is not even a good enough excuse for this shit.
I'm prolly the unluckiest person on the face of this earth
or at least pretty damn close to it...