I think it's official, I fail at being a grown up.
I can't make rent.
I am dead broke.
I work all the time.
I never buy shit for me ... I have needed a haircut and wanted to colour it for MONTHS now.
Classes - let's not go there. While things could be worse and I'm probably jinxing myself whining, they certainly could be better.
I think it's time to rework priorities really. I am tired of worrying about this minimal bullshit every second. I don't stress well. I don't want to look all cracked out like a friend of mine because I am always worried about working AND having fun when actually it doesn't get me anywhere.
I need to effing chill.
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Tragic the Pixie @ 4/03/2006 11:43:00 PM
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