Broken homes breed broken children.
So here I am, stupid fucking nerve stimulator hooked up to me in tons of pain and I haveto have it on for two weeks. Guess what? It doesn’t even work.
When my cat wants my attention she does stupid...
So. effing. tired.
I apparently have something worked out so that next year first semester I can take 6 credits instead of 5, KILL ME. But then I can hopefully graduate on time.
Releasing I don’t get to graduate on next year, so saddddd fuckkkkkkkkkk