GOD-FUCKING-DAMN
My family has just managed to completly piss me right the fuck off. They are giving me shit because I taking a district managers position over a fucking temporary job at the fucking post office. The managers position is with fun, happy people, that I enjoy. I enjoy the work. I enjoy the style of job. The post office has done nothing but jerk me around. Bring nothing but negative ass stories, and I HATE every motherfucker I have met there. Plus the other position pays more. They have been getting 12 inched up my ass, and I just flipped the fuck out because they started giving me shit for other things that aren't even a fucking issue. To make a long story short, there is a crack in a door, and I am fairly certain that I have a broken bone in my hand. This was just the last sign that I need to leave, and I'm sooo happy about going to Denver with Dove in a few months. The simple fact that I'm leaving is the only reason I feel like breathing right now. Everyday, there's another reason I can't be here anymore, and I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown right about now. I haven't been able to stop shaking in DAYS. I guess shit just can't go right for me for more than a couple of days, because I'm right back to depressed, and twitchy.