I need to complain for a bit, and I feel bad complaining to my mom (she has to listen to everything) so I'm writing it down. If you don't feel like listening to b*tching and moaning, scroll down to the next post.
You were warned
I literally think someone is out to get me. I have the absolute worst luck of anyone ever, and I am never (NEVER) not in pain for one reason or other. I have considered the possibility of having Hypochondria, but every time I go to the doctor something is actually wrong with me. I'm just terminally sick. On top of that, there are precisely two medicines that work on me; Penicillin and NyQuil, and NyQuil only knocks me out. I have total immunity to every single god-damned painkiller, prescription and over the counter. Nothing works. I also realize this really isn't anyone's fault, because I live with an amazing hardworking family, but I'm also really tired of not having money. There is never enough, but my dad makes just enough not to qualify for government help... not that we'd really want it anyway, but that means I'm going to have a hell of a time finding financial aide for college. And it seems like nothing I do actually gets me to lose weight. I eat right, I exercise, fuck you genetics. That's all I have to say.
And now I'm done. Carry on.
Didn't expect to hear (read, whatever) some of that from you. Not that a single word here is wrong; you certainly drew something of the short end of the stick. (Weird expression, by the way, "short end of the stick." Doesn't make any sense.)
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