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Another trip to the ER today. I fucking hate my life. Work is probably ready to kill me, and I can't really blame them. This is absurd. Before it was just annoying, but now that my breathing is being affected I'm starting to worry. Half the time I feel like I should just let it happen. I wake up in the morning and dread just having to be awake, because I know it's going to be miserable.
What's more, I can't afford this shit. I'm already broke and just going further into debt.
What's even more, one of my best friends who can always make me feel at least a little better is moving away.
Great fucking times.
What's more, I can't afford this shit. I'm already broke and just going further into debt.
What's even more, one of my best friends who can always make me feel at least a little better is moving away.
Great fucking times.