I hate my life, and I truly don't know why I don't burst into flames and save all the world all my bullshit and melancholy.
Right now the following has occurred:
- I have a dented rim leading me to a flat tire. Thus I need to scramble for a ride to work at 640am, and to get one home in the middle of the afternoon at 3pm.
- Sallie Mae is hounding me for money I can't get them in any way at my current lifestyle as a substitute teacher.
- I am overweight, and unhappy with myself.
- My students get another change, and I am now teaching remedial lessons to kids with attention-span problems or who are apathetic as 6th graders.
- I am broke, and I didn't even get a chance to work on any Valentine's day projects.
- And to top it off, talking to my mother this evening I learned she has a tumor, and will be undergoing a CAT scan to determine its' location and severity.
I am staying calm. I won't cry, as my mother would be disappointed in me if I did so, and I won't be telling anyone on my 'vanilla' Facebook page about my woes. I'll post images there of my lies and what isn't happening, as I really don't give an honet-to-God flying shit about those mementoes of my past-life.
It wasn't great, and I don't care to relive the glory days.
Fuck that. All that's over. I didn't have them. I lead a mediocre life, giving all I could and not getting but for a few times and people who honestly know how precious they are to me because I tell them.
I'm trying not to think.
Just insert grades, get ready for tomorrow and see about calling in a few favors.
Move on, don't lose my head.
Take care & enjoy your holiday everyone.
Blessings,
afare24get






