unstoppable force meets immovable object.
i feel like i’m boring and that i keep repeating myself and that i try too hard and too often to make people laugh.
and i know it isn’t working.
day one, not bad. i’m sick of being told how fast it’ll go, though. it better, i feel like i’ll be in school forever.
buying an umbrella tonight. i forgot to stretch my new shoes out for school, so my feet are gonna be blistered as fuck tomorrow. i might buy myself some cheap ass kmart shoes just so i don’t have to bother.
life’s hard.
my legs are covered in sores, my arms are starting to break out too. i’m happy to be having a biopsy soon, but seriously, i’m embarrassed. it’s like my sister’s skin packed all the bad things about it up and moved onto mine. i hate wearing maxi skirts on hot days and stockings in any other weather. i hate spending money on countless tubes of cream medication only to have it do nothing but make it itch more. my legs are the only thing i am even remotely self-conscious about, and it’s only because of my skin condition. i would give anything, pay any amount for this shit to end. it’s that simple.
- working 4-7:30 tomorrow afternoon, i wish they would give me longer shifts.
- choir on thursday morning. eye test on thursday afternoon. i’m nervous for the eye test.
- last first day back to school on friday. fifteen more exams, ten more assessment tasks, approximately 95 school days until the trial exams. i hope it goes as quick as last year did.
- four months until i can drive on my own.
