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Anthro Artist | Registered: May 14, 2013 10:38:31 PM

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FUCK MY LIFE FFS

11 years ago

OMFG Have I ever had just such a rotten week, night, ugh. Starting Monday, I was sick. Like, SICK sick, to the point where it hurt to move. If I sat up, I had headaches. I became friends with the toilet a few times as well. I felt better Tuesday, with slight headaches, but I could move, etc. Wednesday, I dealt with my stomach actin up, but I felt much better. Seems all good, right?? Well, I found out that Mom and Dad had started SMOKING again, and boy am I livid. Granted, that's their decision, but yanno, that's money I simply don't have for them to use. I'm working 2 jobs, and trying help them pay bills... It's rough. It irritates me...



Then I find out that people are blaming me for MANY different things (some I laugh at, some not so much) and it just adds to my stress.  Thursday, I worked, fighting a raw sore throat. I had to deal with coworkers, which wasn't too bad. I worked into the weekend, dealt with coworkers, and came HOME HOME yesterday (Sunday). I had JUST dozed off a bit ago, only to get woken up by my mother, asking me to help walk dogs. That's all fine, I can help, finish, climb back into bed. Well, we're outside, and the dog SHE'S walking is acting fine, the one I'M walking spotted a rabbit... I tried to warn mom, but before I could finish the word 'spotted', the dog she had BOLTED, popped from her grip, and vanished into the night. So what happened? I rushed to mom, handed her my dog, found the weakest ass flashlight we own (UGH) and go looking, only for her to have already gone INSIDE, screamed at dad, and he's screaming at me. He gets into the truck, and FLOOOOORS it out of the driveway... 



He yells at me to get into the truck, get out of the truck, get into the truck. Then makes me get out to get flashlights, and we go back in the truck. I get back in, he floors it so hard that the wheels are squealing, practically loud enough to wake up everybody, and screams at me about the dog. I found the dog, got him in the house, and I'm wide awake now, WITH AN EXTREMELY RAW THROAT ... Why can't things go my way for once? Why can't I get more money? Why can't I do anything right, can't see my best friend, why can't my coworkers understand my situation?? I just want to say fuck it all...

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