I am exhausted.
School. Work. Life. Love. A puppy who needs as much attention as a baby. Possibly because she is a baby.
I go through car after car and just fuck them all up. I go through friend after friend and rental after rental.
I am so stressed and anxious and upset and CRAZY. I want to quit my job and quit school and run away. I want to quit my life because my life is what’s making it hard.
I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going. I’m running myself ragged and it’s just ridiculous.
I must send off a vibe of “Don’t talk to me,” “don’t be my friend,” “I’m not worth it.” Because I have one friend. In a town of 16,000 people. I have one person aside from my boyfriend who I hang out with on a regular basis. She also happens to sit next to me at work and is what I will be like if Cameron ever leaves me.