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[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Fucking bloody……..GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Why is it, when things go bad…they go REALLY bad? I could deal with my mum nearly losing her job…I could deal with the fact that her knee is so injured that I have an urge to pop it out of join just so she’ll rest the fucking thing. I could deal with my great grandmother having surgery…I could even deal with my best friend’s mother being in the hospital and me not being there to hold her hand…but dear lord…why now? Why all of this…now?

I fell so horrible…My best friend’s going through hell and I can’t be there. I want to be there, my phone bill will attest to the fact that I want to be there, but I can’t be. Because no one will help me fly out to be there, to be a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen with, a hand to hold. God if you grant me one wish…give me the money to be there…please!

Mum went to the doctor for her ever increasingly painful knee. He said she was fat and if she’d lose the weight it’d be fine (paraphrased). He actually said a lot of rude and hurtful things that nearly made my mommy cry and I wanted to rip out his grey hair one strand at a time till he cried like a baby and wet himself. Stupid fucking stuck up bastard.

I should go, I’m getting too pissed to type strait…*hugs to all*