So I think I have succeeded in making quite the mess of my life, don't you? I'm working two jobs (which I hate), I have absolutely no social life, I come home from a nine-hour shift to have supper (sometimes) and then go outside and help with yardwork or help daddy make preserves, then possible read before I go to bed and end up not sleeping for most of the night. And then I get to get up and do it all over again. The kicker is, I'm trying to make enough money to go back to a university I couldn't care less about to take a bunch of courses I hate taught by profs who don't give a damn whether I pass or not while I bust my ass somemore at a job I don't have yet to try and make enough money to continue going to aforementioned uni. Plus I don't get on with my mum at all, my grandpa is moving at the end of the month and trying to get rid of everything that we want and are trying to snatch before he chucks it, I feel horrible because I cry myself to sleep every other night because I miss talking to Mark but I know I did the right thing for me, and I just want to slap a fair number of people around at both my jobs because they're idiots.
And the real annoyance of the matter is, no matter what the hell I do to try and fix things, I manage to screw up even more. So I'm thinking maybe I should just stop. Stop trying to fix things, stop caring, stop...trying to live. Just...stop.
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