to bursting out into a full-blown whining session again…
i miss jetta, so much. i hate this, so much i can’t stand it, and only a few days in, i don’t know how much longer i can do this. i’m tired all of the time, i barely have time to go home and collapse before i have to start everything all over again. stress is devouring me, constant worry and constant obligation that i can’t manage to cover. failure and an impending sense of doom. i’m swallowed up in it.
i hate being broke. it makes my skin crawl and a constant, throbbing paranoia worm its way into my brain, pushing out any and every other thought i may deign to have while i’m consumed by a giant, 0ppressive cloud of i owe $XXX.XX…to [xyz]. it literally makes me sick.
and of course, between the pneumonia-preventative prescription meds and having all of three cents to my name, the not being able to eat is also making me sick.
choice, eh?
yeah.
great.
/bitchery
