FUCKFARTS THIS IS NOT MY DAY

I'm so sick of this shit. Like, seriously guise, I am sick to death of it. If it weren't for the idea I'm almost-sort-of done with it all and if I didn't have Jess being all Jess and supportive I'd be throwing up my hands in defeat. Or just throwing up. I don't know.

I'm tired of having to take the fall for other peoples' incompetance. I know where I fucked up. I really, really do, and I've been doing my absolute best to fix it. But then other people get in the way and I get screwed ten ways to Sunday.

The thing I was supposed to get in the mail within seven days? Yeah, hasn't come yet. And nobody's returning my fucking phone calls and I feel like a huge jerk because I keep calling back and leaving messages and it's like this is my LIFE, bitches!

I'm falling through the cracks and it is the worst feeling in the entire world.

I haven't cried in a while but I'm crying right now. I've been trying so damn hard.

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but I suppose there is an upside. imliam has joined winduwatchers and his icon is a foot. Because, you know, Liam looks like a foot.