OH MY FUCKING GOD REALLY?!!!!
My fucking Mac won’t turn on at all! The chargers light isn’t on either! It’s not red or green and I’m fucking flipping out because I can’t god damn afford a fucking new laptop let alone a fucking new charger wire! AAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! FUCKING FUCK MY LIFE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No work!
FOR FUCKING THREE WEEKS STRAIGHT I HAVEN’T HAD ANY HOURS AT WORK. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!? I NEED A FUCKING NEW JOB!!!!!
God again really?
Well I feel like balling my eyes out again. And I don’t know why or where this depression came from. I was as happy as can be like three days ago I don’t get it? FUCK MY LIFE! I’m just gonna crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep for no apparent reason. =’(
Blah!
Well after having my meltdown last night in front of joe I feel a little better tonight. Last night I got so upset and started crying over I don’t know what, just started crying hysterical. I wasn’t crying for long, maybe a few minutes, but I was crying as if I was going for hours. I sounded like I was hyperventilating when I tried to calm myself down. When I got home and in bed I cried a little bit more, not as bad as the first time though. Today I had that same feeling of just wanting to burst into tears but mixed with the urge to throw things, but that was earlier. Later on I just felt so depressed. And now joe is extremely worried about me. Once I got to sit down with him and watch tv while cuddling a little bit I started feeling better. So hopefully this doesn’t keep up =/ I don’t like it when people I love worry about me. Especially my worry-wart boyfriend, he worries enough as it is.
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Damn you sickness!
Girrrr I am really hating the fact that this cold or virus whatever it is, is residing in my ears and making it hard for me to hear. Now I know how a 90 year old woman going deaf feels. IT SUCKS!!!!
This weekend
Well this week joes parents are going on a cruise so his house will be to him and his brother. I am kinda hoping that me and joe can once again lay in his bed together and possibly make love. He is more concerned about me being sick though. He really doesn’t want to with the way I have coughing up a lung lately. He feels guilty about it because my asthma was never this bad until I had to be around his smoking habit as well as his family, and both of our groups of friends. He feels like he has caused me to have to take my inhaler the rest of my life. He told me last night that I’m in love with a man who is slowly killing me. I mean I am glad that he finally realized that his smoking was affecting my health (as well as his but he only cares about my health) and ha finally quit cold turkey but when he says stuff like that to me it makes me feel bad. Like I was guilting him into quiting even though my health has gotten pretty bad do to my asthma mainly. So I guess that is why I want this weekend to happen. To make it special with no stress, no guilt, no worries. Just love, passion, and tenderness between the two of us.

