I’m just in tears over my whole life right now. I hate everything.
I hate never seeing my friends. I hate pretty much never seeing my boyfriend even though we live together 75% of the time, I still never see him. I hate the bullshit with his family. I hate my job, mostly just the fact that I’m working my fucking ass off every damn day and I don’t make shit for money. I hate that I owe money, have so many bills to pay that I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to and now have to do breaks, tires & get my car inspected, which I don’t have the $ for since I’m pretty much broke, and I would really, really love to just have my goddamned test results back to let me know what the hell is going on, or maybe they’ll just let me hangout & retest me in 6 months to see if it has morphed into noticable cancer then. Since I got an IDK for the random cells/cell count last time, I had to wait for 6 months to see what they’ve grown into now. I hate not knowing, I’m going to hate either out come of this too. I’m going to be devistated if it is cancer, and I’m not too thrilled to keep having my lady parts scraped with a wire brush every few months then several pieces cut out to test for the next few years. My luck they’ll screw up my ability to have kids with all this stuff.
Life is just so fucking wonderful right now.
End rant.
