(Back hurts = no sleep) + realty company demanding money first thing in the morning + other issues = impending tears.

Good thing I'm too damn tired to actually feel anything.

I fucking quit. There's no point in being hopeful when it always gets worse. I'm not even going to try anymore.

Things have not gone smoothly since we moved. One of the days we were unloading stuff, the dish TV person said they had to have a tv to set it up. Guess where it was? Yep. Back in Maryland. Then the guy from the phone company couldn't find a phone jack, and neither could we. That took forever. The first place we signed up for a phone service had a ( Read more... )

Funny how whenever I feel like posting anything about being upset, I go over and over it in my mind, almost rehearsing it, then don't go through with it. Maybe that's why I never talk with people: because I play out the conversations in my head ( Read more... )

Sometimes I hate my grandfather.

On the bright side, there won't be anyone else to fall into our care after.

Fuck it. I'll just stay in my room for the rest of my goddamn life.