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my boss keeps asking me why im being so crabby. im not crabby. i just dont talk at work. i sit there, enter data, and ask questions when i have them, get coffee and go to the bathroom way too much. so, this new job. i havent officially started yet. i want more money out of the guy. i think that i will get it out of him,eventually. but i need to be patient. then there is moving. i met a great guy, he offered me a room in his place for 250 a month. seems to good to be true.
i hate my fucking mother. i want to get out of here. so bad. i fucking hate warwick. i fucking hate my fucking stupid life. i hate everything ive ever done. i dont know what to fucking pick. which fucking thing is the best thing to do. ever since about this time last year every fuckign decision i make is fucking terrrible. ok i am crabby. well if i didnt get myself into thesee fucking crappy situations i wouldnt be so fucking UGH! things are always so in and out. everytime i get stettled and get things in order and feel comfortable, theyre done. like now. done. being poor makes life miserable, no matter how many happy moments there are in between.
i hate my fucking mother. i want to get out of here. so bad. i fucking hate warwick. i fucking hate my fucking stupid life. i hate everything ive ever done. i dont know what to fucking pick. which fucking thing is the best thing to do. ever since about this time last year every fuckign decision i make is fucking terrrible. ok i am crabby. well if i didnt get myself into thesee fucking crappy situations i wouldnt be so fucking UGH! things are always so in and out. everytime i get stettled and get things in order and feel comfortable, theyre done. like now. done. being poor makes life miserable, no matter how many happy moments there are in between.