it sucks being me.
Today was a very bad day. I stepped in a bunch of puddles at school today, and I was wearing my converse because:
1)have no other shoes, and
2)converse are the choice of poor people.
My counselor FINALLY called me in to change my classes, then the ass tells me I can't switch into easy classes like being a teacher's aid because of "school standards" or some bull equally as lame.
But i did switch into a class my friend has.
That was kinda nice.
but now I have to wait another 2 days before I can switch out of my math class because he STILL has not called my teacher to confirm her approval.
Way to do your fucking job.
So I went to work at 5, and it just sucked because I was sick, and tired, and hungry. And to top it off they made me close.
And you can't survive off of pizza toppings. That ain't dinner. So I made myself a salad.
Then i came home tired, sick, but no longer hungry in the hope of being able to talk to my lovely people online and read some good boysex, but my fucking sister(a.k.a the leech) comes to use the computer. So I couldn't do my h.w. or talk or read. That just fucking iced my cake.
The big fucking cherry was having a mental break down due to the fact that I was tired and sick, and even worse. The mental break down happened in front of my mom. So I freaked her out again and made her depressed with my feelings of self-loathing and inadequacy. It's bad enough one of us feels like shit, but it's fucking useless and selfish for me to drag her into my fucked up world. That just made me feel worse x a billion.
But I am finally taking that much needed trip to the doctor. I've had the idea that I have serious stomach problems for over two years. I think it's either a stomach ulcer or Maybe Chrone's. I have issues with my digestion. My stomach always feels uncomfortable.
Part of me wishes it is something to that affect just so I can finally know what's wrong. But the other part doesn't want to have to face what the problems that would mean for me in the future.
I don't know.
I don't know much of anything.
1)have no other shoes, and
2)converse are the choice of poor people.
My counselor FINALLY called me in to change my classes, then the ass tells me I can't switch into easy classes like being a teacher's aid because of "school standards" or some bull equally as lame.
But i did switch into a class my friend has.
That was kinda nice.
but now I have to wait another 2 days before I can switch out of my math class because he STILL has not called my teacher to confirm her approval.
Way to do your fucking job.
So I went to work at 5, and it just sucked because I was sick, and tired, and hungry. And to top it off they made me close.
And you can't survive off of pizza toppings. That ain't dinner. So I made myself a salad.
Then i came home tired, sick, but no longer hungry in the hope of being able to talk to my lovely people online and read some good boysex, but my fucking sister(a.k.a the leech) comes to use the computer. So I couldn't do my h.w. or talk or read. That just fucking iced my cake.
The big fucking cherry was having a mental break down due to the fact that I was tired and sick, and even worse. The mental break down happened in front of my mom. So I freaked her out again and made her depressed with my feelings of self-loathing and inadequacy. It's bad enough one of us feels like shit, but it's fucking useless and selfish for me to drag her into my fucked up world. That just made me feel worse x a billion.
But I am finally taking that much needed trip to the doctor. I've had the idea that I have serious stomach problems for over two years. I think it's either a stomach ulcer or Maybe Chrone's. I have issues with my digestion. My stomach always feels uncomfortable.
Part of me wishes it is something to that affect just so I can finally know what's wrong. But the other part doesn't want to have to face what the problems that would mean for me in the future.
I don't know.
I don't know much of anything.