Ok so I might like writting journals now, but just saying that makes me feel like I've sold my soul to DA, no idea why....not like thats bad or anything.

So usually I don't like telling people my problems in a blog like form, BUT, too much crap has happened for me not to vent somewhere.

~~WARNING EMO MOMENT~~

So, whats wrong with me? Well I still don't have a job, and I really need one. Got into a fight with the bitch across the street cuz the druggie thinks she owns the neighborhood. Car has a flat tire, AND we got two tickets today. Joy. Our fridge craped out on us and what little food we had is spoiled. I sliced my finger open on a can of fruit cocktail, probably needs stiches but I'll have to make due with a hello kitty band-aid. My mother is in diabetic shock and has been for two days now, she is in the hospital because of it and some sort of infection. All of this right after they canceled her insurance becuase she has been on workmens comp, unable to move with a consricted spinal cord and bone spurrs. AND my brother is still a sexist pig, who thinks I exist to wash his dishes and cook his meals.

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Thx for listening.

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME YOUR DAY HAS BEEN JUST AS BAD!