I swear to the fsm I'm gonna lose my shyt today. again. I already had to pull over to cry at a gas station on my way to get my meds, and on my way back I was like "alright, I'm just gonna floor it through this guard rail hopefully over the cliff at like 80mph" except there was some plow truck doing 20mph ahead of the six cars ahead of me and an asshat that kept beeping his horn behind me.
And I tried doing my NH find a fking job shyt and I swear to motherfking god that site is like "hey, I can't sit still forever and I'm bad with details, but I'm creative and smart," and they're like "do people's income taxes." Also it won't let me build a resume because I don't have any official certifications. Think I'm just gonna put "certified to ruin people's day" and upload a file from my last inpatient stay
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"I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Why not?"
"Because...because...I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn't be able to look for them."
"What, are you crazy?"
"It's a possibility I haven't ruled out yet,"
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