I'm not gonna turn this into a woe-is-me whinefest, but I just feel I need to say this.

Over the last few months, I not only lost my jobs and my house, but had to move 100+ miles to a place where I have been bouncing from couch to couch, desperately looking for a job, and just trying to survive. And on top of all of that, my dad all but disowned me after he found out my sexual orientation. Only a day or two ago did I finally talk to him after months of no contact. The part that really upsets me is that he has a great deal of my stuff in his possession, and I am trying to talk him into giving it back to me.

Also, my boyfriend, who lives in New Mexico as of current, is due to start college in the fall, and with my current financial position, I more then likely won't get to see him for another four years. I love him with all of my heart, but recently I have been wondering why he would want to stay with me, I am so far away and am totally broke.

A lot of my local friends have been in rather stressed places in their lives as of late, and it seems the harder I work to try and make them feel better, the more stressed they get, and thus, the more stressed I get. I have never considered myself a weak person, but I just can't handle this stress anymore, my body can't handle it, and emotionally, I am exhausted.

So that's it, rant over. I'm gonna go have a drink, and go sleep.