Bad Day pt. 4
Well now, its just kind of sucking to be on the opposite end of the spectrum. I can't really help it too much I guess. Things are just way too fucked up for me right now. I was driving to campus today to go deliver a letter to financial aid today and like I don't remember driving half the time. That has been happening more and more lately and its really starting to scare the shit out of me. Like I'm conscious, but I have no clue what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. Its amazing I didn't hit someone or something.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I know everything that is bothering me and I can't do anything about any of it. I hate not having control over my life. I suppose its partially my fault because I have no spine when it comes to certain matters and generally feel pathetic all the time for being that way. I know exactly why it is that I do it, which is the extremely fucked up and pathetic part. Its textbook psychoanalysis basically. All that "well her dad did this, so she's going to be like this" bullshit.
and I just realized that the stupid fucker at the MU didn't give me my debit card back. I'm going to fucking kill them.
I can't do this anymore.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I know everything that is bothering me and I can't do anything about any of it. I hate not having control over my life. I suppose its partially my fault because I have no spine when it comes to certain matters and generally feel pathetic all the time for being that way. I know exactly why it is that I do it, which is the extremely fucked up and pathetic part. Its textbook psychoanalysis basically. All that "well her dad did this, so she's going to be like this" bullshit.
and I just realized that the stupid fucker at the MU didn't give me my debit card back. I'm going to fucking kill them.
I can't do this anymore.