I started full time work at Travel-Mor on Monday. I work 9-5, Monday to Friday, except Wednesdays when I get off at 3:00 to get to my job at the manor for 4:00; Wednesdays I work 9-9. Blegh.

Travel-Mor isn't bad. Good people that I'm working with/for for sure. The Humes are great people, really easy going, so getting days off and shit like that isn't a big deal. The only problem is that since there's so much bending and working on my knees, my bad knee is really acting up. Really sore. I can hear it bending-not usually a good sign. Oh, and on my second day at work, I got hit on repeatedly, and then asked out by the grody little 17 yr old high school drop out. What the hell? Why do I only have the capability of attracting FREAKS?! GAHHH!! I'll be single forever at this rate. Blegh.

Mom kinda trash-talked Mike this morning. I dunno why, but it really hurt me. She kept going on about how full of himself he is. I know he's full of himself, but he's a great guy and genuinely cares about me and all of his other kids. It just hurt for her to say that. I dunno why.

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Okay so everything is fucked up. The girls are leaving on Eh Day, so I can't have a bash with them ... one of my best friends wants to drink himself to death ... school fell to pieces and I just want everything to be fucking over.

Whine whine whine, bitch bitch bitch. That's me. Fuck me. Fuck it all.

Something has got to fucking give.

... What if it's me?