kjpepper | Everything's going fuckobazoo!

Going? *hysterical giggling*

School's fucked up and I've got three more weeks of purgatory before it's over.

Mom's in the hospital again, and the rest of the family's pretty pissed off at me for, for all intents and purposes, "disappearing" this semester.

I've just given up someone I still love fiercely.

I've also managed to recently betray two people whose trust is/was important to me, and even though I don't much like being held at arms length, I know I deserve it. Still, not fun.

Well. Let's see if shit gets any worse, shall we? Lets see... tomorrow, the house will burn down,

sundart will tell me I'm a horrendous person and leave me, I'll permanently lose my hearing, and will wake up to the heartwarming sight of a huge patch of sentient green gray mold on my bedroom wall. And everyone will be cooey, sympathetic, and utterly nice to me and I'll just respond by having a nervous breakdown.

someone stab me in the head with a fork. I'm done. Like a potato. Except... no bacon bits... And what is sadder than a potato with no bacon bits?