I have two, paid for vehicles.
The one I usually drive…the one whose back glass, which is almost as big as the windshield, got busted out several weeks ago, is dead.
Ok…no problem…I have another vehicle…it’s got no insurance and it’s not registered but all I want to do is ride to my back yard to my bff’s house to vent…I could walk but it’s about to rain….
I CAN’T FIND THE KEY….
fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life
I started working again today and made almost $100 in an hour…..so that’s cool…but I have to put on makeup to work and since I am allergic to makeup and I’m also allergic to my home…it’s double allergies….
haha…one of the symptoms of BPD is adult onset allergies.
I am now diagnosed severe asthmatic and severe COPD.
I got no insurance.
I AM FUCKING ANGRY.
I WANT TO FIGHT SOMEONE OR SOMETHING.
I want to rip my dad’s throat out.
I want to rip my dad’s throat out with the pinky finger of my left hand while using my right hand to slurp two scoops of yummy Baskin Robbins Chocolate Chip ice cream from a waffle cone…all the while keeping my face smiling the sweet smile of a little girl who is happy cause her daddy just bought her some ice cream.