Ug.

Living is really starting to become way too much of a damn chore.

Life isn't fun for me anymore.

Don't worry this ISN'T a suicide post.

I'm just tired of EVERYTHING.

I feel like nothing is working out and nothing will ever work out. If I don't find a way to pay my rent here in the next oh... week. And have a plan for paying next month's rent. I have to ship off to Texas. Yup. Bye bye Jessica.

Loren has just been given a 45 day notice to move out of his house because the owner is selling it. I'd love it if he lived with me. But I don't think he wants to move here. And I wouldn't want him living here if he was unhappy.

I may not be getting my loan afterall. It turns out they have to get certification from my school saying whether or not to approve the loan AND how much money they feel I should receive.

Great. Juuuuuuust. Great.

I'm so sick of just... fucking..... everything.

Nothing has gone right in a long time. Nothing has worked out. Everything is a failure for me.

I just want to live a life where I don't have to constantly be barely floating.

I WANT to work. I WANT to go to school and graduate as a Sonographer. I WANT to do well. But there's no way to convey that on a loan application, now is there?

Guess not.