Everything is officially shitastic.
Ergo, I am done with all of this shit. I am done with the pile-up of essays and tests and presentations and exams. Done with insomnia and nightmares. Completely, utterly, 110% done with being made of pain. Done with doctors and receptionists and the soul-destroying time-suck that is waiting rooms. I am over being treated as a convenient solution to a problem rather than a person in my own right. I am done being insulted for having sleepless nights and painful bad days. Done with being put on the backburner because my problems aren’t nearly as pressing as the Crisis of the Week.
So I am off to find a dark hole to crawl into. I plan on laying down in it, and staying there until either the world becomes a less shitastic place, or . . . actually, I can’t even think why I would want to leave my hidey-hole.
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