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I am on the fucking edge, holding my breath - digging my treads into the ground. Doing whatever it takes to not fall over.
Let's talk about one of my favorite subjects shall we: OCC. Those fucking rat bastards lied to me. Once again. It's nothing too complicated, it's just something that I don't feel much like dealing with when I don't even want to get out of bed in the morning. I was told that once my letter didn't get to whomever it was supposed to be delievered to that everything from my Financial Aid right down to the courses that I had selected would be dropped. Nope. Uh uh. I get a letter this morning stating how much I owe - for classes that I can't even go to - for classes that I was told would automatically be dropped. Now I have to fill out some form. Yay! I'm not even going to class, yet I've already had two assignments.
I give up. Do you hear me? If a long time ago I was given the misfortune of having to die alone in some room full of cats I can handle that. Just let me stop having these crushes where I fancy what could be when there is nothing. Stop having this person's name show up in the most rediculous of places. I stopped doing crossword puzzles because every other day the person's name would be the clue. Now it shows up in Prozac Nation. That's not supposed to happen. It just isn't. That's my Bible, my solice. It protects me and now it's right there. I turn the page and there. What the fuck are you trying to do to me?
Let's talk about one of my favorite subjects shall we: OCC. Those fucking rat bastards lied to me. Once again. It's nothing too complicated, it's just something that I don't feel much like dealing with when I don't even want to get out of bed in the morning. I was told that once my letter didn't get to whomever it was supposed to be delievered to that everything from my Financial Aid right down to the courses that I had selected would be dropped. Nope. Uh uh. I get a letter this morning stating how much I owe - for classes that I can't even go to - for classes that I was told would automatically be dropped. Now I have to fill out some form. Yay! I'm not even going to class, yet I've already had two assignments.
I give up. Do you hear me? If a long time ago I was given the misfortune of having to die alone in some room full of cats I can handle that. Just let me stop having these crushes where I fancy what could be when there is nothing. Stop having this person's name show up in the most rediculous of places. I stopped doing crossword puzzles because every other day the person's name would be the clue. Now it shows up in Prozac Nation. That's not supposed to happen. It just isn't. That's my Bible, my solice. It protects me and now it's right there. I turn the page and there. What the fuck are you trying to do to me?